It is hard to believe nearly a month has gone by since my last post!
Life has indeed been busy as we have captured a few fall memories, battled some health challenges, jumped into the busy season of work schedules, and just kept up with the dailiness of living.
However, if I’m honest, I confess that I have been avoiding the blog. I’m excited about this opportunity and passionate about my topic(s). The ideas have been coming fast and furious and I seem to be constantly thinking, “I should write this.” And yet…I’ve been casting sidelong glances at my computer and finding endless excuses why I don’t have time to write. But the truth is, we make time for what is important to us, and blogging is important to me.
So what is the real reason – once we’ve finished wading through all the excuses and evasion – behind my silence here? One simple word: imperfection.
I started blogging because I enjoy writing; because I wanted a way to capture and preserve my thoughts and experiences; because I want to encourage others who might be dealing with some of the same challenges or aspirations; and because there is just the slightest chance that I could make enough income on the side to be a fully at-home mom and still help grease the financial wheels of my family. And I have loved being a blogger so far.
Yet, despite a whole slew of drafts in varying stages from a brief brainstorm to final proofread, I can’t bring myself to hit “publish.” I’m not a good photographer. I’m struggle with graphic design. I’m not good at selling myself. I do not enjoy social media. And, perhaps most discouraging of all, nothing seems to ever quite be perfect.
My printables just aren’t quite perfect. My fall-decorated porch isn’t quite perfect. My goals for the month of October aren’t quite perfect. My writing, projects, routines, housekeeping – none of them are quite perfect.
So I keep waiting for my imperfect life to become perfect.
Today, I had a profound realization: I will be waiting a very long time.
Because, nothing in this life is perfect. It might seem perfect, but once you look beneath the surface, you will quickly see that it isn’t.
So I have decided to overcome my fears and hesitation, and share my imperfections. Because I enjoy writing; because I want capture and preserve my thoughts and experiences; because I want to encourage others who might be dealing with some of the same challenges or aspirations; and because there is just the slightest chance that I could make enough income on the side to be a fully at-home mom and still help grease the financial wheels of my family. Because I am a blogger.
So today, I’m going to leave you with imperfect pictures of my imperfect fall-decorated front and side porches. The pictures aren’t edited and the porches aren’t magazine-worthy. But even in their humble state, they make me smile. And that is worth sharing.