i want to start blogging again, but everytime i look at all the blogs i admire, i realize— what i’ve got doesn’t look that pretty. my house isn’t all decorated; it doesn’t look perfectly imperfect around here. our piles of laundry aren’t piled high on beds of beautiful linen.
my messy kitchen looks, well messy; it doesn’t look quaint with flour scattered about on antique cutting boards. there is dust and dirt, and i may be wearing mismatched socks and a shirt with holes (it’s just too comfortable to throw away). i can admit the imperfections, but i can’t shake the feeling that it just doesn’t add up.
i’ve been learning to balance the line of: all the hopes and dreams and lists of things…and reality. i know i’m not the only one; your life probably doesn’t look pretty all the time either. your every hair isn’t always in place; your nails probably aren’t painted (or even better- chippy); you might feel like you “don’t have it altogether”.
we can look at photos on blogs, on instagram, on Facebook and think it all looks so pretty. but a picture is just a portion; it tells a story, but not the whole story. i say let’s give up trying to look like the picture; it’s not gonna always be pretty. i think i’d rather be real than pretty anyway.
how about you?