There are bloggers who have the prettiest pictures. Some with the most beautifully decorated homes. Others are incredibly creative, sharing projects and ideas I envy.
There are food bloggers posting polished, new recipes each day, accompanied by photos belonging in fancy magazines. Then there are those whose words seem to flow effortlessly, smooth and sweet like honey.
I’m not any of those bloggers. I lack photography skills. I’m not terribly creative and generally need an inspiration picture to get going on a DIY project.
My home often has toys strewn about, Munchie’s artwork taped to walls, Duke’s tennis balls underfoot. Even though I try to vacuum daily, you can find dog hair somewhere. Dinner is often basic and pretty simple. I often don’t have it in me to do a perfectly plated meal just so I can snap photos for the blog. I just want to eat.
Many days I start a post only to have the words get stuck somewhere between my brain and my fingertips. Sometimes it takes days before I get back to that post, before the words finally start coming together. More often than not, the right sentences form in my head when I’m away from the computer–grocery shopping or watching Munchie’s soccer game. I can’t bring myself to dig through my purse for paper and pen. I’m frazzled or am in the moment with my little one. So that well-formed blog post in my head evaporates before I get home.
Recently, feeling somewhat under the weather, I mulled over those blogs, compared mine to those, and considered whether blogging is worth my time and energy. Then two weeks ago, out of the blue, I got a note from someone who follows Cozycakes Cottage and my accompanying Facebook page.
They were encouraged by me! I was surprised by that kind note. And I was encouraged by that person. I began to think that I may be a bit of comfort to more people like me. Someone who, in addition to reading blogs written by people who lead seemingly perfect lives, reads the imperfect ones. The ones where you know that gal is saying to her family at dinner time, “PLEASE COME TO THE TABLE!” for the 3rd time. That blog where you see she had to zoom in on a picture of the cake she made to crop out the fifty things people dropped on the kitchen table that morning. That blog where she really doesn’t know if she should keep it up, but something tells her to keep creating and sharing.
I love those beautiful blogs I follow. They provide me inspiration. They perk me up some days. I appreciate what they do and what they offer–there’s no resentment. They’re talented folks with the ability to elicit creativity or emotion in others and catalyze imagination and ingenuity. Often they’re comforting in their beauty alone. And let’s face it: I like pretty things and I won’t stop reading them.
But I hold near and dear those blogs whose creators let it all out now and then. As close friends do. Offering up stories and anecdotes of personal defeat, exhausting days, and flawed lives. I don’t want to see anyone miserable, but I do love to feel a connection. That there’s a real person behind those words and pictures. And I just can’t really connect to perfect. I can value it, but I can’t fully connect.
So I keep on blogging. And I’d like to share more here. Write a little more, open up about tough days, challenging situations. Chat about the real stuff, those things that matter in the day-to-day. Encourage one another when we’re feeling stressed, inadequate, tired. Because even though the comment section is sometimes bare, I’m pretty sure there’s someone like me on the other side of that screen thinking, “I get it.”