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I feel like most of you who are reading this know me pretty well already, but if not, just let me tell you that I am a pretty open book and I am not ashamed of that. So I was talking to one of my closest friends and her fiancé the other day and she looked at him and said “she is a real person”. She said that because I was just being honest and open about my life, how things were and how I felt about it. I think sometimes we are scared to tell other people how something truly affected us because we are scared of judgment. Of seeming weak maybe.
I genuinely appreciate it when I ask someone how they are doing and they talk for 30 minutes about something that is bothering them because that is real life. We aren’t all okay all the time. And that is okay. Maybe I have been through something and I can help them, or at least let them feel like they aren’t alone. I think the worst feeling ever is thinking that you are the only person who has experienced something or feels a certain way. “oh, your house is always clean because you and your husband do chores around the house together on Tuesdays? How wonderful for you.” Not the case around here. We work crazy schedules, both hate housework, and avoid it at all cost. Or maybe they will tell me something that is going on in their life and my seemingly big problem doesn’t seem like a problem at all anymore (ever had that happen??). My dad has been working six days a week for a while now, so my 2 or 3 day work weeks don’t seem too bad.
We all have different interests, grew up in different ways, have different views on things. That is why life is fun. We wouldn’t need each other if we had it all together. With my friends, we know what is going on. We know that we aren’t completely okay in every way. And we love each other more for it. I can’t imagine sitting with a group of friends, telling them my heart and then everybody being like nope, never felt or dealt with anything like that.
We would just never know any of this if we weren’t honest with each other. How lonely would that be. So that is my goal with this little personal blog. I don’t know how often I will write or how many, but I promise you, I am going to be a real person.