More pictures from the March, because I took hundreds, haha. My friends at the March (they're basically the coolest people ever) // The best sign I saw that day, held by the happiest, proudest kid and that fills my heart with such joy // I wore my new Raygun shirt ("Watch out Donald: This one's armed!") // Some people created these (costumes? moving statues?art installations?) that they moved around in! They were so intricate and although you can't really tell from my picture, Trump had a Hitler mustache and the sheep's sash says, "Miss Ewe Say." |
J is a saint // How cute are my boys?! // It's been so warm and beautiful here lately and I never forget to appreciate it! // Another day, another workout... |
I spent most of Sunday cooking and food prepping! It's not really my "thing," but I had a bunch of veggies that were about to go bad and I knew I needed to use them up! // When you read the signs 😂 // I tried baking my favorite bran muffins on Sunday, but I didn't have apple sauce and they were just awful! They never "dried out" in the middle and were super hard and kinda burnt on the outside. Lame! I picked up some apple sauce during the week and re-made them - total success! // Valentine's Day alone was alright - I had movies, sushi, and cats! |
I use Bloglovin' to get a feed of my favorite blogs every day. A few days ago, I was reading through posts and I stumbled across one of my favorite bloggers. She explained that she hadn't posted in a week or so, but that she had promised herself never to apologize for a break in posting.
Her whole post really spoke to me, but that part almost made me laugh: I'm always apologizing on here when I don't post for a while. Obviously one of my goals this year was to post 3-4 blog posts a week, and I definitely posted nothing last week, so my first instinct was to apologize. It's not like I didn't have posts planned; I was just exhausted and busy and didn't get around to the posts I had planned. But I'm going to try not apologizing. Because sometimes real life gets in the way, and that's okay.
I struggle with how much to share on here sometimes. I posted on Facebook yesterday about how someone once told me that they were jealous of me because it seemed like I had my life together and I was accomplished. And my reactions was like, "Wait, me?" I don't post on social media when I'm sobbing over feeling like a total failure, or when I'm worried about money, or when I'm concerned with job stability. I don't post when I'm struggling to love my body or when my face won't stop breaking out or when I spend literally all day on the couch because I don't have the motivation to do anything else but binge watch Netflix shows.
My goal for this blog and for my social media accounts is not to make it seem like my life is perfect. I feel like my life is in shambles like, half the time, haha. I have the best husband in the entire world, but most of the time, that feels like the one thing I have down. But as I was writing this on Facebook yesterday, I kept thinking, "Why don't I post about my body issues, or about my face breaking out, or about how stressful money stuff is?" I don't want to share too much with the internet, but aren't these things that I would want to read about? Aren't those the things I would totally relate to and would form those meaningful connections that I really started this blog to make?
I would love to know your thoughts. I don't know if you're reading my blog because you're my grandma (Hi, Grandma!) or because you're a friend from high school or because you randomly found it on the internet, but my goal here is to connect - and part of that means getting feedback about what kind of content you're actually interested in that I can provide. I censor myself on here a lot because, you know, I want to be hireable. There's this fine line that I'm always trying to walk between under-sharing and over-sharing - but I'd love to know what kinds of things you're actually interested in me sharing.
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