Am I only the one who can spend HOURS a day gazing, drooling, yearning, laughing and crying at other people’s blogs? And when I say people I mean strangers! I have a never ending list of blogs in my google reader, and I just realized I DON’T KNOW ANY OF THEM. Okay, so maybe I know a few, but not many. Am I a total quack job?
Some days after I have read a few blogs here and there, I will feel…. what’s the right word?….. Envious? YES! That is how I feel. ENVIOUS! I see moms posting beautiful pictures of their children, designers blog with their latest fancy-shmancy home-make-over, skinny-minnies who make fabtabulous desserts and eat them all day long, or other photographers who blog pictures I could only dream of making…. Like I said.
I become E.N.V.I.O.U.S.
In blog land you can be whoever you want to be. Write funny posts… and you’re a comedian. Blog your latest D.I.Y. project and you’re a fabulous crafter…. Make the most delicious meal and your the next Chef Boyardee. Have bright smiling children reading scriptures and you’re the perfect mom… You get the idea. So all this got me thinking..
Who am I in blog land?
I am unsure of the answer, and quite honestly I don’t care. BUT, I KNOW what I want the answer to be for the future.
I want to be known in blog land, and in every day living as being REAL. I am done editing the not-so-pretty things that happen in every day life. For example, in this post, I shared pictures of my decorated Birthday apt (please tell me it looked adorable!). But what you didn’t see was me cleaning my one bedroom apt. for 30 minutes and placing the balloons perfectly around the room so the picture could be more perfectly picturesque…. I have now answered my previous question… I AM a total quack job.
So dear world. Here’s to being real! Not just online, but in every aspect of my life… If I’m having a bad day, I shall not convince myself other wise with a fake smile. If my hair sucks bad, I will still go on my date with Robbie. If someone calls to tell me they’re on their way and my apt is a mess, I refuse to spend the next hour cleaning and then open the door, and say with my most happiest plastic smile and a voice like an angel, “Welcome! SOOO HAPPY you came! Oh by the way, I am so sorry my place is a mess!” (Tell me you’ve done that! come on… make me feel better about myself!) And I refuse to edit my zits, brighten my eyes, and tan my skin when I take pictures of myself… unless I have a HUGE zit… then I might reconsider this declaration.
And since all posts are better with a picture. Here is my “being real” picture(s)
This is the first photo I took, and my cheeks looked too fat… So I did it again…
Then I took this one, and I was like “ooh this looks pretty cute!” But then I got nervous to use it cuz I want it to look “real” Not cute… duh.
So then this one was taken…. WOOF!!!
And this was the last. Its pefect. My cheeks look a little chubby, but not too chubby. My hair is messy, but still falls nicely, and I look happy. Because in all honesty… That is the real me… HAPPY.