The Beauty of Real Life
Written by: Jenny
I am weird.
I mean, if we're all honest with ourselves... aren't we all a little weird?
I am trying to make up for things I didn't have growing up with my kids. In turn, I am probably spoiling them. Ha. I said probably.
I am not perfect. I make mistakes every. single. day.
I feel like I'm failing at something on the daily. Friendships. Marriage. Motherhood. Work. Cooking. (Well, that one's likely true).
I am happy. Because I am all of these things and I have learned to embrace it.
Life is so much easier this way.
Trying to keep up with everyone else is exhausting. Comparing is exhausting. Feeling desperate for everyone to see perfection is exhausting.
The flawless family photo. The straight-out-of-a-cookbook meal. The adorable snapshot of siblings adoring one another, when you know exactly three seconds before and/or after said photo those kids were trying to kill each other (i.e. my cover photo on Facebook).
I love sharing these things. I love seeing these things. Because good is beautiful. But, I also feel like we need more... real life. Because real life is beautiful too. And refreshing.
The chaos. The hurt. The messy.
Within all of that lies our true ability to relate. To connect. To allow grace for ourselves.
To me? 'Real' is more interesting. Each of us has a story. Why not tell it?