Welcome back from the four day feast of turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole and pumpkin pie. Just to make you feel better, not one of those calories counted. Not even one.
So, I'm gonna get a wee bit deep today. Just a few things that have been restless in the back of my brain.
Here goes...
I have stumbled upon a few blogs lately that dedicate an entire post to stating how "over" they are with seeing other people say how "perfect" their lives are. There are even a handful of ecards people make saying things of this sort. People I know have deleted their Facebook accounts because they are sick of seeing people post stuff about their kids, their significant other, joys in their lives, accomplishments or in some people's minds, bragging on how "perfect" their life is.
Yes, I understand that most of us don't showcase what goes on behind closed doors. I think that isn't necessarily a bad thing. There are some things that need to remain behind those doors and stay private. At least that's how I feel now. I was "that" person, not too long ago, that opened up my "closed" door and let too many people through the front door.
I am NOT saying who and what bloggers should or shouldn't write about. That is why we all blog, to communicate with the world, express our own opinions, inspire others, time capsule our lives and for the most part, let complete strangers into our personal world.
I always told myself that I would stay positive on my blog. That is my personal choice. Besides a few hiccups that have taken place in the past year, I have for the most part stuck to my guns.
I don't look down upon ANY bloggers. Heck, I respect every single one of us out there because we DO put ourselves out there for the whole entire world to judge and make opinions about. I don't think I fully realized that until recently.
I will say, that you will never hear me publicly make a negative statement about what anyone is posting out there in blog land. Specific or general. I just don't want to place time or energy making negative statements about what some bloggers are doing or not doing. And this includes Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.
Let people be happy. Be happy for them.
If the majority of my blog and social media posts seem too perfect, than I guess you can label me a fake blogger. That's okay. I know that I am not perfect. My family is not perfect. My friends are not perfect, but they fit perfectly into my life.
I don't know about you, but I want to look back at my blog and remember the happy moments and know that I did not dwell on a few hot seconds of drama.
I am NOT speaking about major life events, death, illness, depression or deep relationship issues. I am talking about petty drama that does absolutely nothing for anyone except hurt feelings and make the people saying these things somehow feel better about themselves.
So, if you are still interested in my imperfect life, here are a few perfect moments from the weekend that I can't wait to look back on ten years from now.
My sweet family of four at the camp house,
riding through the trails on the Polaris.
Pouring a glass of red wine with my mom and sister as soon as
I walked in the door on Thanksgiving.
Taking pictures of ourselves in the car when I know I have
a fresh coat of lipgloss on.
Target shooting at balloons with Logan to see who has the better aim.
She won by a long shot.
Carrying on a 34+ year tradition of making Christmas cookies
with my mom and passing it onto my own children.
Those cookie cutters are older than I am.
Road trips back home to Alvin for the holidays and praying the kids
will pass out for a quiet 3.5 hour drive.
Capturing moments like this on my iPhone.
This is the epitomy of Landry, footloose and fancy free.
Watching Ross and Logan have a competition on who can catch
the most fish from the pond. And exposing our children to
more than video games and television.
To sum it up from my prospective, be YOU, just try and leave the judging of others out.
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