Lately it seems I’ve happened across so many thoughts along the lines of~
Let’s be real, and
Stop making your life sound perfect.
I’m not sure what to do with this. Because I’m
ALL AbOuT being real.
I like friendships that are real. I want to be the kind of person
who doesn’t put up fronts and makes it feel safe for other
people to be real. When I read about the
prettyifying of life I take a moment to check if I have
been doing that–making things sound
better than they are.
I don’t know.
I certainly don’t mean to be doing that,
but it seems that lots of women think that
lots of women are glamorizing their lives.
While I try to focus on the positives, I wouldn’t want people
to hang out with me and think, “Wow, totally different world
than what she portrays.”
It’s not something I should spend a lot of time
stewing over, I have learned,
because it can drive me crazy. So I breathe a prayer that God
will help me be honest–not to pour out all the junk
and not try to make myself and my life look
so much better than what it is.
It got me to thinking about real life. What is real life here?
Facebook blurbs and Instagram photos fascinate me in that they give a picture of our life, but they are like one second glimpses. Looking over my Instagram feed I feel this sense of home because it so depicts our life. At the same time SO many details are left out because, hey, this is the world wide web and also, hey, I don’t have time to record every bit of our lives. An online presence may not be a complete picture, but it’s still a true picture.
Sometimes we have a moment of pure sweetness. My heart is so full, and I Instagram it. Ten minutes later everyone is fussing at everyone and I wish I could go hide in my closet. (And no, I don’t take a picture of the chaos before smoothing things over) It seems that a lot of life happens like that. Bliss and mess tumbling over one another. Here are a few one second glimpses into what’s real today.
…GORGEOUS weather here in Atlanta. Spring is here for real. To stay. I am happy beyond happy about that.
(…Oh, right, so this post has been something I’ve worked on over a few days, and now the weather is freezing cold at nights and the breaker keeps flipping which cuts off the HVAC and in turn keeps the house struggling to stay warm.)
…procrastinating ridiculously putting together receipts and records for taxes.
…weariness at still fighting reactions to supplements one by one.
…cheering new words, dry 2T shorts, staying upright on roller blades, reading through another book, a neatly folded stack of wash cloths, remembering to say thank you (“Sank you” to be correct) without being told.
…making a quick trip north for Steve’s grandfather’s funeral. Realizing again what a gift it is to have a godly heritage.
…the richness of being with family on that trip and meeting my new nieces and seeing the boys playing with their cousins and even getting in on a big snow.
…waking up and catching my breath because I forgot the South is so GREEN already.
…waking up and catching my breath because I forgot our neighborhood looks so messy.
…taking a walk and feeling amazing.
…collapsing for the rest of the evening because the walk exhausted me.
….listening to my neighbor for over an hour while she told me about walking out of an abusive situation. Being so proud of her.
…listening to my neighbor for over an hour while lying on the couch because I was too light headed to be up (and kind of wishing I could just rest)
…laughing at the boys.
…forgetting to write what they said and so forgetting what they said.
Maybe this series of pictures is a little of what blogging brings up in us sometimes. We zoom in on a detail–
[[His hand! I can’t get enough of the cuteness. I could eat him up!]]
and sometimes people just want us to take a few steps back,
so they can see the whole picture. Yes, he is utterly precious.
I have precious, too. But at my house when there is precious it’s often also surrounded by not so precious. Is it the same at your house?