<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[The Messy Human Masterpiece]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Messy Human Masterpiece]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/notesfromamessyhuman</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 16:59:40 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Mental Health in Real Life: A Conversation We Don’t Have Enough]]></title><description><![CDATA[Stumbling, surviving, still here. Let’s talk about mental health — not in the clinical, brochure kind of way, but in the real-life, “this is what it actually feels like to be a human” kind of way. Because mental health isn’t something separate from your day. It’s not a category. It’s not a checkbox. It’s not something you only think about when things get bad. It’s woven into everything — how you wake up, how you talk to people, how you handle stress, how you show up for your kids, how you...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/mental-health-in-real-life-a-conversation-we-don-t-have-enough</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6987dbe59666387268626a4c</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 23:30:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_064c74fdf7944c07ae07a9891f1ecb61~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[May is Important ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Mental Health Awareness Month: A Personal Note from Me to You Thoughts from the Floor Stumbling, surviving, still here I’ve been thinking a lot about Mental Health Awareness Month and what it actually means — not in the polished, “campaign” kind of way, but in the real-life, human way most of us live it. Because here’s the truth I keep coming back to: Mental health isn’t something that only affects “some people.” It’s something that touches every single one of us, whether we talk about it or...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/may-is-important</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0a18c88ba6aec9a80e21d0</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 23:30:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_764406277a4542f0be735147f2b92f0a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Soul That Wants More]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thoughts from the Floor Stumbling, surviving, still here For anyone who feels held down but still dreams in color There are seasons in life where the weight of responsibility feels heavier than usual. Where your soul starts whispering for something bigger, something freer, something that reminds you that you’re more than the roles you fill and the obligations you carry. This poem came from that place — the in‑between space where longing meets reality, where duty meets desire, where the heart...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/a-soul-that-wants-more</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6994ec7a2d6458c5adc2bc5a</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2026 23:30:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_12f9b2567e584186be9b0150c6db582c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mother's Day: For Every Versions of Us]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thoughts from the Floor, written by someone doing their best Stumbling, surviving, still here Mother’s Day has became a complicated day for me — not in a dramatic, movie‑scene way, but in that quiet, ache‑in-the-chest way that sneaks up on you when you’re waiting for the coffee to finish brewing or driving to work. My mother is gone. And even though I’m “okay” — truly okay — there are about a few days a year when the grief taps me on the shoulder like, “Hey, remember me?” Mother’s Day is one...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/mother-s-day-for-every-versions-of-us</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ff2d1aecab90113753d310</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2026 16:00:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_cf0f0cf6f9ae48d2a18c47af6616eb38~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When the strong one gets tired.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thoughts from the Floor, written by someone doing their best Stumbling, surviving, still here There’s a truth many of us carry quietly, tucked behind the daily tasks and the brave faces we put on for the world: sometimes the strong one gets tired. Not just “I need a nap” tired. Not just “I’ve had a long week” tired. But the kind of tired that settles into your bones. The kind that makes you sit on the floor for a moment longer than you meant to. The kind that makes you wonder when you stopped...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/when-the-strong-one-gets-tired</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69964a2d7b02767d8662a62f</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 23:30:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_943e39eb88e7486ea02ba7606f894148~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Season Where You Raise a Teen and Yourself at the Same Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thoughts from the Floor, written by someone doing their best Stumbling, surviving, still here Some seasons of parenting feel like you’re walking through your own childhood with a flashlight in one hand and a teenager in the other. You’re trying to grow, trying to heal, trying to show up differently than what you were shown — all while guiding a young human who is figuring out who they are in real time. It’s tender and exhausting and strangely beautiful. This piece is for anyone raising a...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/the-season-where-you-raise-a-teen-and-yourself-at-the-same-time</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a9fa747fac2e2861fc1853</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 23:16:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_16704c652e884e509998cfd15e00ed19~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Not Blooming. Just Thawing.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thoughts from the Floor, written by someone doing their best Stumbling, surviving, still here.     Not Blooming. Just Thawing.   Wow. April is already here. How did you make it through the winter? Barely? Yeah. Me too. I reflect on winter and these are my findings. This winter felt heavier than usual. The kind where the cold doesn’t just stay outside - follows you in. The days were darker, longer, and for me… really blue. I’ve heard people talk about Seasonal Affective Disorder before, but...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/not-blooming-just-thawing</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6991fa9eabac03cda3933060</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 23:30:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_c1aef7bfa8ff4db8bf900375f474c778~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Struggling but Setting Goals that Actually Work]]></title><description><![CDATA[Stumbling, surviving, still here. The last couple of days, I’ve been sitting with a truth that’s uncomfortable to admit. This weight loss journey isn’t just physical. It’s mental. Emotional. Psychological. And for me, it’s deeply tied to something people don’t talk about enough. Food addiction is real. It doesn’t always look dramatic. It doesn’t always look like rock bottom. Sometimes it looks quiet. Normal. Invisible to everyone but you. Sometimes it looks like eating when you’re not hungry...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/struggling-but-setting-goals-that-actually-work</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6991e5db80f3317e6e0ad4ca</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2026 23:30:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_23c30f58a29c4d21823de534a8c87e76~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When You're the Brain Center of Everyone's World.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Stumbling, surviving, still here. When You’re the Brain Center of Everyone’s World Some days I feel like the control center for everyone. Mom. Girlfriend (basically wife, let’s be honest). Sister. Caregiver. Executive director. Friend. Advocate. Trying‑to‑build‑my‑own‑business human. At some point it starts to feel like everything runs through me. Every question. Every decision. Every “can you…” Every “don’t forget…” Every “what’s the plan for…?” It’s like being the group chat, the calendar,...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/when-you-re-the-brain-center-of-everyone-s-world</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6991fe14884976137da6e5ec</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2026 23:30:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_50f4e34bae3343c480336bdc04bc2a1d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sometimes You Have to Do the Things You Don't Want To]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thoughts from the Floor, written by someone doing their best Stumbling, surviving, still here. Let’s talk about something nobody likes to admit. Sometimes… you have to do things you absolutely do not feel like doing. Not because you’re lazy. Not because you’re dramatic. Not because you’re failing at life. But because being a human adult comes with a never-ending list of responsibilities that refuse to magically complete themselves. I would personally love it if groceries appeared in my...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/sometimes-you-have-to-do-the-things-you-don-t-want-to</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69accaf23fdd64550e6afb71</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2026 23:00:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_c038ba7e06054c1b9030f96943f9f260~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Weirdest Things That Made Me Smile This Week]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thoughts from the Floor, written by someone doing their best Stumbling, surviving, still here. This week didn’t come with big wins or shiny moments. No grand breakthroughs. No “I finally figured it all out” energy. But I smiled anyway — at some weird, ordinary, unexpected things. One of them was the way the light hit the floor in the afternoon. Not in a poetic, Instagram‑curated way. Just enough to make the room feel calmer for a second. Like the day was reminding me it wasn’t rushing me,...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/the-weirdest-things-that-made-me-smile-this-week</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6991f3d115c049d6415ef9f6</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2026 23:30:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_9620efe92f99401bb4f72db1cd631da7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Learning Routines at 40 (because they matter) ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thoughts from the Floor, written by someone doing their best Stumbling, surviving, still here You ever have one of those moments where you look around your life and think, “Wait… was I supposed to know how to do this already?” Yeah. That was me with routines. It didn’t happen in some dramatic, life‑changing moment. No inspirational soundtrack. No slow zoom. Just me, standing in my kitchen one random Tuesday, staring at a pile of laundry and a half‑drunk cup of coffee, wondering why everything...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/learning-routines-at-40-because-they-matter</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69aabeba95f8968663578a87</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2026 23:30:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_bdde54f9b926416ab728dba8b95f10a7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Three Messy Things You Might Relate To]]></title><description><![CDATA[Stumbling, surviving, still here. Sunday March 8 th , 2026 Three Things I’m Learning to Be Softer About This space has always been about honesty — the kind that doesn’t need polishing or perfect timing. Today I’m sharing three messy truths about myself that I used to treat like flaws. Now I’m learning to understand them, work with them, and even offer them a little compassion. If any part of this sounds like you, I hope it helps you feel a little less alone inside your own chaos. 1. I start a...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/three-messy-things-you-might-relate-to</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6991eb5eabac03cda3930e24</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2026 23:30:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_a055e62fc49340caa2b417bde20d541e~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Today I'm writing from the floor]]></title><description><![CDATA[(and Here's Why it Matters) Thoughts from the Floor, written by someone doing their best Stumbling, surviving, still here. I’m on the floor again today. Not because everything’s falling apart — just because sometimes it’s the only place I can actually breathe. Honestly, at this point, the floor and I are in a committed relationship. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but gravity is undefeated, and sometimes I just let it win. When I’m down here, I can let the noise of life pass over my head...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/today-i-m-writing-from-the-floor</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69907ac7f0131a3b550ab7ed</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2026 02:21:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_475ea667c5a8411490d605dbf551e45c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_868,h_810,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Honest Place to Begin]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sunday March 1 st , 2026 Hi. I don’t really know how to start this, which feels like the most honest place to begin. I’ve opened this page more times than I can count, stared at the blinking cursor, and wondered how to introduce myself without pretending to be more polished or put‑together than I actually am. Every version that tried to sound confident felt like a performance. So I’m choosing the truest thing I have: I’m figuring it out as I go. Maybe you are too. I’m writing this because I’m...]]></description><link>https://www.themessyhumanmasterpiece.com/post/honest-place-to-begin</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69906fed2717a11fe0c32948</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2026 00:30:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/75e916_c4f44eaab46348459c0bcfb7562c6851~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Robin Spindlow</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>