Part of me doesn't feel the need to share the innermost workings of my brain & heart with the world. But on the other hand, there is a part of me that sometimes wants to express what's really on my mind that day, that I'm literally at my wits end, that I cried myself to sleep last night because I was not feeling nearly like the mother I want to be, that I am feeling inadequate in almost every facet of my life...but giving the reasons behind those thoughts would leave the door open to judgment and criticism...and would leave me preoccupied with wondering what people think about what I wrote, and the potential for hurt feelings. Why would I want to take that chance? ha. And I don't think that makes me a coward. I don't think there's anything in the fine print when you agree to create a blog saying you have to share the good, the bad, and the ugly. See. Right there. I cringed typing that because I don't want people to feel like if they do want to share good/bad/uglies that I condemn it. I certainly do not. I truly understand how it can be therapeutic and helpful. But I personally just don't go into the bad stuff...usually.
But therein lies a problem.
If I only post the good and happy things about my life, and I only post the amazing things that my children do, I see how it portrays to the world that either my life is perfect...or that my children are perfect, or...that I live in some delusion where I think my life & my children are perfect, and the absolute WORST thought: that I think I am perfect. HA! BLECH. I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth. That's so outrageously far from true.
I feel like in this age of the technology explosion, we are all losing touch a little bit with reality. We read each others blogs (& perhaps see each others Facebook statuses), and therefore we think we really know each other. I worry readers may think the real me is the one who is always smiling in the photos I post, without a care in the world because I have nothing ever to frown about. Not so.
Another worry is that I don't want to make anyone feel how I described my friend felt at the beginning of this post. She was feeling she didn't measure up based on comparing herself to the women who wrote the blogs she read. I found a "Disclaimer" today on a new favorite blog called "71 Toes" that I really related to. The author of the blog went to a retreat last year where the question was asked "what makes mothers spiral into depression or negativity?" and the overwhelming answer was "blogs." Says the author, "And that made me worry. Because I have a blog. And the last thing I want to do with it is depress people...The goal is certainly so very far from creating jealousy or comparison."
That's also the last thing I want to do...and the goal of this blog is certainly not to make people want to compare. And even there, I cringe a little bit typing this because if I write this, then I must think that my life seems perfect to blog readers, which is in and of itself arrogant.
On my blog, you see red, heart-shaped foods on Valentine's Day presented prettily on camera. What you don't see is that I was up 'til an embarrassingly indecent hour of the morning cleaning and taking way too long to prep such simple foods (I am so slow in the kitchen).
The "71 Toes" author continues, "the trouble with blogs is that we tend to accentuate the positive instead of the negative. It's human nature. And that's good, isn't it? The bad part is that we see that positive 'tip of the iceberg' that others are portraying and compare our worst to their best. That's human nature too. And that comparing is not good...
But life is good because I love it. And I'm thankful for it...especially when I break it down into moments. Especially when I slow down enough to enjoy the journey. And that's the kind of stuff I like to write about...So I guess this post is really meant to say that I've struggled with writing thoughts and feelings for the last while because I worry about making life sound like it's all hunky-dory around here when there are a million worries and concerns along with the good stuff." (And I'll add one bit to that: I also worry about writing about my concerns & inadequacies because though I don't take offense easily, I've always just been a sensitive person, and I don't want to open the door to the judgment and criticism.)
I could not have expressed my thoughts better myself. ha!
She goes onto say that she's just going to write about all of it from now on...the good, the bad the ugly. I don't know if I can say the same. I think for the most part, I'll keep to myself the fact that I accidentally stole something from Publix this morning, or the fact that I had people over a few weeks ago for dinner and completely FORGOT to put the dang piece of meat in the crockpot, and only realized it two hours before they arrived...(it was supposed to be in the pot for 4-6 hours on high)... Plus I just like to post about the happy things. I feel like that should be okay.
My failed attempt at a King Cake last week. Did you know that a King Cake is supposed to be circular? I didn't. Maybe if I knew that, maybe if I'd just Googled a dang picture of a King Cake before I started, I wouldn't have been so confused by the directions of how to shape the cake....


































