Inspired by failure, and the resulting desire to share my many passions (because isn't it boring to have just one?), this space was born.
So, here's the thing.
I love looking at all of those perfectly cultivated Instagram feeds, where the furniture is all white, presented in softly diffused light, bright, airy, peaceful.
I stare, mouth slightly agape, drool puddling slightly on the keyboard, just wishing my house looked like that.
But... it doesn't. Yours probably doesn't either. Don't we have enough to beat ourselves up about on any given day? And without also trying to achieve some sort of perfect, unattainable life?
I have two rowdy, messy, little boys. Ain't no white happening in this house (shoot, I can't even WEAR white myself because it only stays that way in the time it takes me to walk down the stairs).
I want to SHOW that reality.
The dirty kids.
The imperfect, slightly messy house.
The 'we blew off homeschooling for the beach' days.
The 'wow...I failed this recipe SO hard'.
Because that's reality. And yours might still look different than mine. And that's OK! But I don't want to be just one more feed full of bullshit. (#sorrynotsorry). Because our life is real, and I'm assuming yours is too.
“The 'wow...I failed this recipe SO hard'.”
Go look through my Instagram feed, I promise you'll see stories I shared where things sucked. Camping trips failed. Dinner turned out terrible (whatever you do, don't make the white chicken chili I posted). Or my kids watched too much tv one day and bounced a hole right in the couch (this hasn't happened yet... but I can see it).
In reality, the only reason this space even exists is because I failed. Hard.
I was turned down for something that seemed like it was MADE for me. I manifested the hell out of that thing. I ate, slept and breathed it for the 4 weeks in between when it was announced and I knew, I just knew, that I was supposed to do this thing. And I sent off my application, closed my computer with a satisfied sigh, and began planning my new future.
Only. That future didn't come. I was instead given a very polite 'not quite right'.
Here's the thing about having a bunch of different passions, it means you're decent at a bunch of different things (but also not, like, showstopping at anything). Which also means that once you set your mind to something, you're usually at least passable at it. To be honest, I'm not used to rejection like that. And man, did it sting.
So, I'm learning from it and growing from it, and now you're stuck with me instead. But, at least I post yummy looking food and will make you really jealous you don't also live by the beach?