I've been thinking about Julie's post from the other day. In it she takes aim at a blog world that shows only the rosiest of views, day in and day out. She calls for more honesty from ourselves and directed at ourselves, and she's posting truths on her blog this week in response.
Her post made me think for a while about what I share here. I'm not afraid to share my failures alongside my successes; recipes that don't turn out as planned, projects gone wrong, stories of unruly children... I don't share all the realities of my life, but choose to show the moments that I find happy, inspiring, or at least entertaining. This blog is my happy place and my honest place, just maybe not my brutally honest place.
I have noticed the prevailing "life is perfect" vibe, it's definitely out there, but I mostly don't care. I don't assume that everyone else's lives are non-stop joy, that everyone else's lives are perfectly manicured, even if they're trying hard to portray it that way. For the most part this perfection doesn't make me feel inadequate, though the occasional twinge... maybe. If you want to show me your happy, that's fine with me. If you want to show me your mess, that's fine too. A healthy mix of the two is probably just right.
You know, that said, I will confess that I do cluck and shake my head at some of the design blogs that show meticulously arranged rooms, especially nurseries. Whenever I see a nursery with a delicate paper mobile hanging just inches from the crib, a fluffy white rug on the floor, a modern cube side table with a single perfectly retro tin toy atop, sitting next to a book case with all of the books arranged by color...I laugh and assume that whoever owns this room hasn't actually had that child yet. I chuckle, imagining how swiftly a seemingly immobile baby can learn to stand and shred that delicate paper mobile. I imagine the moment when the child scales the bookcase, pours their grape juice into the white fluffy rug, or demands the plastic battery-operated farting dinosaur take center stage instead of the hip retro tin toy that matches the decor.
I want those of you who share time with me here to find it a comfortable place to hang out. It's really satisfying to me when someone says "hey I learned something today" or just that they enjoyed a project I've shared. I like making people happy. Maybe Spilling-Ink has a point, perhaps we do have an "inner Oprah" who wants to cheer people on to a happier, better life. When I wish everyone a good day at the end of my posts, I'm being sincere. If I could surprise you with new cars and goodies hidden under your chairs, I totally would.
While I attempt to write this post I am sleep-deprived from tending to 3 sick children throughout the night. The smell of bleach still on my hands. The children who were vomiting like Linda Blair last night have regained all of their vigor and pep and I, working on less than 2 hours of sleep and feeling like a sedated sloth, just threatened to throttle one said child if he hit me with that Nerf ball one more time!!! The irony is not lost on me that this is information I would not normally share, but today I feel compelled to. Truth.
Have a great day everyone. I mean it.