confessions of a recovering non-sharer

Let's talk about me for a minute.

 Still feels weird.

Because I don't. Or I haven't, at least not publicly, and certainly not in an email or any other format that goes out into the - gulp - vast re-shareable digital world.

But this aversion is not a digitally based phenomenon for me.

I kept my thoughts and emotions to myself way before the internet.

Growing up, my family kept it pretty buttoned up.

There was plenty that we did not want to share.

And I was fully on board with keeping things tightly under wraps.

from age 5...

I kept my diary locked and under my mattress.

I cemented my feathered locks with Aqua Net.

I lined up my stuffed animals like a scared, cute little army.

I made my bed with hospital corners.

I double-knotted my shoelaces.

I ate up one person games like Simon, Merlin, and, literally, a game called "Perfection" where you have 60 seconds to fit a bunch of Tetris-like blocks into a perfect rectangle.

Time’s up, boom, the board jumps, and all of the pieces scatter.

Reset the clock, start again.

Cue the lyrics, "I am a rock, I am an I-I-Island." - freaking loved that song.

I also loved “Don’t Cry Outloud”. Still know it by heart. You can’t make this stuff up.

The next line is literally “Just keep it inside, and learn how to hide your feelings.”

WHATTF??????!!!!

And anyway, you really could not be an emotional trainwreck (which was the only other option, obviously) and win at "Perfection" (the game or the metaphor).

It turns out that no one actually wins at "Perfection" (tgotm).

As adults today, it can feel like we live in a messed-up game of perfection.

All of the world's rules are served up to us on the daily.

"Perfection" shines out of every screen in every hand.

Careers seem perfect.

Families seem perfect.

Homes look like glistening AI mash-ups of Pinterest boards gone wild.

deep breath

But we can stop playing the game.

At Megan Mitchell Studios, we believe that in life, no one particular set of pieces is perfect, and that no prescribed order works for everyone.

Our designs answer to your specific wants, needs, and desires to bring beauty, support, and celebration to the people inside.

If this sounds good to you, please email me or schedule a Discovery Call.

Thank you for reading my fledgling digital expressions - still scary and beautiful in their imperfection.

8-year-old me before my first communion. Note the feathered hair sprayed to within an inch of its life.