This is My Real Life.

October 8, 2014·

The internet world is a tricky world to spend time in. I find myself being pulled every which way at times, and often times I start to feel like my reality is being blurred. Or something. I’ve been very aware of this issue for a while, but it hasn’t been until the last few months or so that I’ve tried to be more intentional with how I spend my time online so that my OFFLINE (you know, REAL actual life) doesn’t suffer.

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But it’s always hard because when you spend your time online… whether it be on blogs, social media (Instagram is the worst for this), or even in e-mail… it can be so hard to not sit and analyze and compare every last detail of your life… MY life to everyone else’s.

I do have to say I feel like I am pretty good, for the most part, at trying to curb the “comparisons.” That’s not to say that it’s not a struggle at times… it is. I compare my parenting, my marriage, my style, my self-image, my closet, my income, my church life, my photography, my blog design, my blog sponsorships or partnerships, my {INSERT ANYTHING HERE}. It’s a constant game of fighting comparison. This is My Real Life. (4)

I’m extremely self-aware… and I know that is a strength of mine, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still struggle with things. Because oh boy, do I ever!

But one thing I want people who read this blog to know for certain is… every last bit of this blog is 100% me. I may not share every little nook and cranny of my life (that is clearly on purpose), but every bit that I do divulge, every opinion I make known, every product I review, every outfit I wear, every tip I share, whathaveyou, is 100% me. And the biggest compliment that I receive from a reader when they meet me in real life is, “You are EXACTLY how I imagined you! I can hear your voice when I read your blog!” THAT, ladies and gents, is a win for me.

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I make no bones about the fact that sometimes I am just off the wall crazy. I make no excuses for my awkward jokes, lame puns, and general goofiness.

My life mantra has always been, “No matter how serious your life requires you to be, you always need someone to act goofy with.”

And that’s what I want to be. I want to be the person that you, or anyone, can always act goofy with. Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.

The whole goal of this blog, at the end of the day, is that you can come here and forget about your own problems for five or ten minutes. You can think about something other than bills, life stresses, and the whatnots that weigh you down. I just want you to be happy for a short while.

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But at the end of the “blog” day, it’s hard to not want to “appear perfect.” You know what I mean. You see the Instagrams and the blog posts with the images of perfectly coifed hair, beautifully arranged bouquets sitting on a desk with a coffee mug and a notepad with a pen sitting perfectly cattywompus on top of it with a to-do list that says things like “Save the world” and “Fight AIDS” and “Go to brunch with Caroline.”

Because the proof is in the pudding (or something), and people don’t want to read “mess” or “disorganization” – they want to read beautiful and clean. They want to see the show… the perfectly rehearsed performance… not the backstage frantic preparation and sweating. Am I making ANY sense at all? 

I’ve mentioned before (a time or two) that I really do believe it’s all about balance. Sharing too much of one thing can turn someone off. If you’re “TOO PERFECT” all the time, then people will start to believe you’re fake. If you’re “TOO MESSY” all the time, people will say “Gracious, she needs to get it together.” 

But ultimately, we have GOT to realize that we can’t make everyone happy. We can’t be everything that everyone wants us to be. And I realized a long time ago that I definitely can’t be all that everyone wants me to be. So I’ve had to learn to say “NO” to stuff (that is so. dadgum. hard.) and I’ve had to learn to shake off the “haterz” and “ignore the critics” and just keep doing me.

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You’re probably thinking, “T-t-t-today junior… get to the point already.

Well, a few bloggers and I are working together to try and “shatter,” if you will, the notion that we’ve got it all together… and we’re just sharing bits and pieces of our real, backstage, life.

So, while I try to be super-employee, super-blogger, super-mom, and super-wife… it doesn’t always turn out that way… so here are some things that are my real, un-filtered life: 

  • I hate doing the dishes. HATE IT with the passion of 1,000 buffalo. I will do everything I can to avoid doing the dishes.
  • I hate having dishes in the sink. I don’t know which I hate more… doing dishes or having dirty ones in the sink. This causes me extreme inner turmoil. Thankfully my husband doesn’t mind doing the dishes… otherwise I’d probably lose my mind.
  • Instead of ironing, I throw things back in the dryer in the hopes that wrinkles will come out. (I know I’m not the only one that does this.)
  • I am a “generally” clean person, but my closet and my desk are SO HARD to keep organized. I do my best, but 8 times out of 10, my closet and desk are a disaster area.

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  • A few weeks ago, I was “wearing” Lilly in the baby carrier on a trip to Target when I suddenly felt a very warm sensation on my back. Yes, Lilly peed AND pooped on me in the middle of Target. Actually, I was in the back of the store. And I had a full cart of groceries. So I did what any mom would do… I went about my business, checked out, and went home… completely covered in baby stuffs. It was not pretty. I have since laughed about this whole ordeal very much.

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  • There have been a few days (NOT ALL DAYS, okay?!) that I have legitimately forgotten to brush my teeth until like noon. Some days, there just isn’t even enough time to brush your teeth.
  • Showers are a luxury. No, but for real. They are. And baths? Oh dear Lord, baths are from heaven.
  • I often start a book with every intention of finishing it… but more often than not, it doesn’t get finished. I probably have 40 books that I own that I’ve started but never finished… one day! ONE DAY I will!

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Now it’s your turn. Share something that is personal from YOUR real life… use the hashtag on social media: #ThisIsMyRealLife. Share the button. Show people that it’s not always perfectly staged photos and clean lines. Sometimes, life gets real. 

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