Wow! It has been a while since my last post and have we been busy! Nothing like a teenager, a toddler, and a newborn to shake things up a bit and keep us in a constant state of exhaustion. I wouldn’t trade any of this madness that is my life for the world though. But I am not against bribery for some “me time.” lol
I want to write today about something that was recently said to me and hasn’t left my mind… assumptions that a blog of posts to inspire authenticity and positivity have maybe been misunderstood as “fake.” To be honest, most bloggers/influencers come across this way really. Start googling the topic and the things people say about those that openly share/blog about life are highly criticized. I thought I’d set the record straight.
There is no one life that is perfect… even if the posts are perfectly posed or delicately displayed, there was most likely a leaking breast from a nursing mother, a temper-tantrum bribe fest with a toddler, and a five minute throw together of the blogger doing her best to look the part. Perfect by definition is impossible. But we all have our “perfectly imperfect” lives and the sense of sharing with others helps us all feel a little more connected and part of something, a community if you will.
For me, my mission has and will always be to share with authenticity but also to encourage or inspire. Trust me, I could have a blog titled, “Hold this bucket while I word vomit on you today with the shit show called ‘my life’ lately,” but what good would that do really? Who would want to read that?! Certainly not me!! In fact, I have found that when life sucks, as it most certainly does at times, how does it ever get to a point of “un-sucking” if you dwell on it? It has never worked for me to stay down, it is not my nature. Whenever I have been kicked hard (figuratively speaking), I ugly cry, grasp for breath, hide out… then I rise. I do that for me and now for my family.
My life is far from perfect, but it is mine, and I am proud of it. I am proud to know that I can cry those ugly tears and then wipe them away and be stronger because of them. I am proud to know that I understand what it means to be a woman, the kind of woman Maya Angelou used to write about.
Here’s to rising… cheers!