I am the type of person who has a stream of continually shifting and evolving interests. All of which I enjoy. None of which I am particularly good at. One day I want to be a seamstress, the next, a photographer. I want to craft and decorate, bake and knit. I want to perfect the art of being a mother, wife, daughter, sister, and friend. I wear many hats in an assortment of hues.
And as I set out to learn my new skill du jour, and devour page after page of sewing patterns, photography tutorials, recipes, craft and decorating ideas, and mom blogs, I sometimes find myself quickly descending from I wish I could take a stunning photograph like her to She is so much better at life than I am! I drift pathetically into the murky grey waters where my own life stops seeming adequate enough. Where I stop seeming adequate enough. Floating along playing the If only I were as good a seamstress…or photographer…or mom game. The She has the perfect hair…body…career…house…life! game.
Sometimes it's easy for me to talk myself down, and let all sorts of imagined shortcomings fill me with anxiety. And as a recovering perfectionist and people pleaser, I get to feeling that I have to become an expert in every area of interest.
This is when I force-feed myself a hearty helping of reality. None of these other amazing and inspiring women who write the recipes, articles, tutorials, and blogs are perfect. They aren't experts at everything, or even pretending to be. They are just waking up every day, comfortable in their own skin, basking in their own uniquely beautiful lives. Learning as they go.
It isn't even a matter of looking for the silver linings in my life, because I'm living under nothing but clear blue skies! In those inevitable moments of doubt and insecurity, I am reminded to live purposefully and present within my own life. To marvel at the daily miracles that grace my world. To live and learn, laugh and love. I have a beautiful baby bean and a loving and kind husband. An amazing family with its own lovely quirks, and friends who are no less than exquisite. A job, a home, and my stream of continually shifting and evolving interests. All of which I enjoy. None of which I am particularly good at, but all contribute to who I am and my uniquely beautiful life.
Today the miracles that are gracing my world;
These golden beauties blossoming out of bulbs that for the last two years produced nothing but leaves;
And as I set out to learn my new skill du jour, and devour page after page of sewing patterns, photography tutorials, recipes, craft and decorating ideas, and mom blogs, I sometimes find myself quickly descending from I wish I could take a stunning photograph like her to She is so much better at life than I am! I drift pathetically into the murky grey waters where my own life stops seeming adequate enough. Where I stop seeming adequate enough. Floating along playing the If only I were as good a seamstress…or photographer…or mom game. The She has the perfect hair…body…career…house…life! game.
Sometimes it's easy for me to talk myself down, and let all sorts of imagined shortcomings fill me with anxiety. And as a recovering perfectionist and people pleaser, I get to feeling that I have to become an expert in every area of interest.
This is when I force-feed myself a hearty helping of reality. None of these other amazing and inspiring women who write the recipes, articles, tutorials, and blogs are perfect. They aren't experts at everything, or even pretending to be. They are just waking up every day, comfortable in their own skin, basking in their own uniquely beautiful lives. Learning as they go.
It isn't even a matter of looking for the silver linings in my life, because I'm living under nothing but clear blue skies! In those inevitable moments of doubt and insecurity, I am reminded to live purposefully and present within my own life. To marvel at the daily miracles that grace my world. To live and learn, laugh and love. I have a beautiful baby bean and a loving and kind husband. An amazing family with its own lovely quirks, and friends who are no less than exquisite. A job, a home, and my stream of continually shifting and evolving interests. All of which I enjoy. None of which I am particularly good at, but all contribute to who I am and my uniquely beautiful life.
Today the miracles that are gracing my world;
These golden beauties blossoming out of bulbs that for the last two years produced nothing but leaves;
And the buds that are unfolding into blossoms to decorate every tree limb;
Our first afternoon spent in shorts. The warm spring breeze and blue sky. The sun kissing our cheeks and sidewalk masterpieces.
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| This stunning chalk flower courtesy of Justin. |
Bubble goatees
And bedtime kisses.
That's right, the sky is blue and the miracles are bountiful.