As the only girl sharing a home with five males, I must admit that I get rather excited about any chance to have some girl time- especially the kind that is free of interruption thanks to my husband’s willingness to watch the kids for me (with the added bonus of having them in bed when I get home). Last night provided just such an opportunity and I found myself kissing four little foreheads goodbye and jubilantly jetting out the door to my awaiting ride.
While I view our family dinners as both a priority and a blessing, dinner out with the girls offers an escape from the responsibilities of the home front. It means not having to refill squat plastic cups with additional water or milk, or pass out second helpings before I’ve managed to ingest more than a couple bites of my own. There’s no reminding anyone to move their cup before they spill it in their plate (again) or calling anyone to come back to the table to clear their spot. It means not having to wash three trillion dishes or clean spaghetti noodles off of the ceiling fan. No, that last part has never happened but I have found spaghetti noodles in other interesting places.
During this coveted dinner out with the girls, we squeezed in as much chatter as we could manage and while divulging each of our latest endeavors, my “freshly pressed” blog came up in conversation. This spawned a dialogue on blogs in general. One friend admitted that sometimes she senses a bit of hype from certain bloggers- thinking that surely no one’s life can always be that perfect.
I think we are all aware of the illusions that social media can create- making almost anyone’s life look simply picturesque. Any blogger (including myself) is surely only going to share the aspects of their life that they are comfortable sharing. No issue there. But personally, I am not interested in being a writer who inflates my circumstances to the point that I exclude the very real downs that are inevitably just part of life. While I’m not going to share every idiotic thing I do, I will put all of my effort into being authentic. The last thing that I want to do is contribute to the compare-ourselves-to-others pandemic. If you take the time to read my reflections, then the least that I can do is commit to being reasonably transparent. I must admit that publicly putting myself out there is a little intimidating, but hopefully I am up for the challenge.
1 Samuel 16:7 ESV
But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.”
4 thoughts on “The (almost) raw truth…”
Anita White
Lovely, Kelley. I can’t wait to read more!
kelleylajuinwilson
Thank you Anita! After your Facebook post on typos, I thought I should hire you as an editor!!! : )
Hope Austin
I couldn’t wait to read another post!! Thanks for being so real!!
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