Y'all have no idea what an encouragement you've been to me.
It gets so very tiring trying to be perfect doesn't it?
I think so often - in the blogging world - there is a tendency to try to give an appearance of a perfect life.
Perfect husband, children, home - lovely meals eaten daily on a perfectly set table.
Good Lord. You have to realize that's not reality, right?
Yesterday I had three hard boiled eggs for breakfast and an orange. I ate it off the cutting board...ha!
And isn't it just a little creepy that I took a photo?
I have it in the back of my mind that I want to do a photo journal of my food to answer the questions of
'what the heck do you eat?'
The reality of my life is this -
where there are chickens, there is poo.
where there are gardens, there are weeds.
where there are bees, there are stings.
where there are teenagers, there are attitudes.
where there are husbands, there are 'moments'.
It's just life.
I haven't the brain capacity, nor the time to be here trying to 'make believe'.
I personally believe that as a blogger, I have an obligation to present life the way it is.
It's bad enough we have to be faced with unrealistic body images while we check out our groceries, why do we need to log on to our favorite blogs only to log off feeling less than, or that we can never measure up to what they are presenting as their reality.
Ok - I'm going off on a tangent.
I came here today to thank you!
I'm sincerely so grateful for your comments, understanding and support.
Yesterday I did get the cards done!
I'd hoped to put them on Etsy this morning - but alas - I'm heading out for a day of fun with a friend, and I have to leave in a half an hour and I'm still in my pj's.
Here's a horrible picture of the cards - to give you an idea.
I thought they turned out super cute.
To thank you for all of your support - I want do do a giveaway of a set of four Mother Wilma note cards and a bottle of serum.
All ya have to do is leave a comment. Make sure I have your email address too - SO many of you are 'noreplyblogger' email addresses and it breaks my heart at times that I can't reply to your comments.