When I first started this blog it was to help me keep writing. To exercise that muscle of creativity.
It was also because I had just graduated college with a journalism degree and I really didn’t know what to do with it in a small town where no one was hiring.
I’m still not sure where this little page is going or what I will do with it.
I do however feel like writing about what’s going on in my life is helping me pull through this last stage of post baby blues. I don’t know if it’s the start of some mid life crisis or what but I know this: The older I get the less I care about what people are thinking.
So I don’t feel like my life has to be “pretty” anymore to be worth writing about.
It’s something isn’t it?
This desire to make our lives look “pretty”. I know some would say that it’s all this social media stuff but I remember every woman in my life trying hard to make their lives “pretty”.
My mother sent us outside every chance she got and if we weren’t outside we were usually in our rooms. Our living room needed to not look lived in.
My grandmother cleaned richer folks’ homes and I can still remember meeting her there, for one reason or another, and seeing rooms with furniture that no one ever sat on. She herself would save up to buy table settings from the Home Shopping Network that would be set out, usually matching the holiday or season, and were not for eating on.
Of course all this was before it was commonplace to share photos of our dinners and our homes as if it were a spread in Better Homes and Gardens.
I often find myself, still out here in this single wide tiny home, not sharing photos because the floor is messy or I still haven’t got around to fixing that spot. More often now though, I question why not?
I’ve been to other peoples houses before. I don’t live on Mars.
Most homes are closer to mine in real life than they are to what gets shared online. That’s just what your house looks like ten seconds before your kids realize you cleaned.
Or maybe you really enjoy cleaning and if that’s the case,
Would like to hang out in real life sometime?
A Hermitess 