perfect for lounging about at home and still perfect enough if you had to get the door!
Sometimes I wonder if I’m being honest enough on the blog. I do my best to keep it real. I do filter a few things – mainly out of respect to my family. But for the most part I think this blog is a pretty accurate reflection of me. I tell you when things aren’t going great – the past few weeks have been an example of that. I’ve shared one of my greatest insecurities here too. I don’t blog about arguing with my husband, mostly because we don’t. I don’t want to paint an image of a certain type of life. What I do want to stress is that a lot depends on how we deal with things.
I’m struggling with infertility at the moment and I have been very rational and composed about it. Yes, I’m upset but at the same time I haven’t treated it as the end of the world. On the contrary. I’ve been thankful every single day since we got the news that I have had such a healthy body for 26 years. I’ve looked at it as: For my body to be this healthy, something had to give, and if fertility is the price I’ve had to pay for this amazing and healthy body, that’s a price I’m willing and thankful to pay. Leaving my darling husband, amazing online friends and blog turned into real life friends and a few family members, I’ve been doing this on my own. Sure it sucks. But it’s just how it is.
I was at a blogger brunch on Monday, and the issue of how bloggers portray themselves and their lives came up. And it really got me thinking. Am I doing enough to be really honest on here? I know that not all of us really want to lay all the cards on the table (and not all of us really want to read that kinda thing). But are we doing enough to say “this is tough”, “I’m going through a tough patch”, or “I need help”. We do a lot to encourage each other with our positive happy success stories. Should we open up a little more and perhaps share (generally or specifically) our more vulnerable sides, and encourage each other that way too?
If I were to be completely honest with you now and tell you something that’s not going well in my life, I’d say: I still cry myself to sleep every single night thinking about how my infertility will be viewed by everyone else
Feel free to be honest, I’m curious