Taryn Said It Best
I was reading my friend Taryn's blog earlier today. Her post was phenomenal. She put my thoughts into words. Exactly. Instead of trying to sum it up, I'll just post my favorite parts here {Hi, Taryn. Hope you don't mind? Oh, and I "bolded" my very favorite parts for emphasis}:
But you know what? No one is perfect.
No one has the perfect kids, the perfect marriage, the perfect life; myself included.
Yes, I love my children, think they are the greatest thing since sliced bread, and will continue to post abundant amounts of pictures of the adorable things they do.
Yes, I love my husband and am proud of his hard work in school and his impending graduation, and am so grateful for the way he treats and loves me each and every day.
Yes, we get to do wonderful things like go on cruises (in 3 days!!!), visit our families often, and share exciting adventures with friends.
But there is lots of hard stuff, too. In my life, in your life, and in that perfect blogger who's home, clothes, and circumstances we all covet.
I hope that when people visit my blog or look at my life they don't think that I have it all, know it all, or am trying to portray something that is not.
Because what I write down and take pictures of and want to remember is the truth.
And the truth isn't that my life is perfect, but that it is happy.
I am happy.
I have a beautiful life and feel so blessed.
I feel this way when the good things happen and try my best to still do so when the bad does.
It seems life has been giving us a lot of both lately. The good, the bad, the hard, the wonderful, the stressful, and the enjoyable...'
'...Some people that I love very much have had to face some hard things lately.
Like really, really hard and tragic things.
My heart aches for them and I wish I was better at helping them through such a difficult time.
Sometimes I think I feel too much.
I can sympathize and empathize so much with people, but it can be so hard when there is nothing that can be done to fix things.
I have been sending up a lot of prayers for them, because in the end I know it is not me who will bring the comfort."
-"The Happy Life" {for full post, click here}
Amen, sister. Amen.
*Etsy
Pretend like this painting is Jason and me kissing in the snow/rain because we are happy.
We are happy. And it did rain today {a lot}. So, you don't have to pretend too hard...
But he did make me cry today. But in his defense, I'm a bit of an emotional mess these days.
See? We're not perfect.
Not that I'm implying you thought we were...
OK. I'm going to be done now.
Point is, Taryn said it best.
I was reading my friend Taryn's blog earlier today. Her post was phenomenal. She put my thoughts into words. Exactly. Instead of trying to sum it up, I'll just post my favorite parts here {Hi, Taryn. Hope you don't mind? Oh, and I "bolded" my very favorite parts for emphasis}:
"Far too often I find myself getting sucked into the comparison game.
I look at friends, family, complete strangers; and think 'They've got it all. Their lives are perfect.'
I come to this conclusion because of their blog posts, or their cute Instagram collages posted on Facebook, or the view of perfection I see at church or the store.But you know what? No one is perfect.
No one has the perfect kids, the perfect marriage, the perfect life; myself included.
Yes, I love my children, think they are the greatest thing since sliced bread, and will continue to post abundant amounts of pictures of the adorable things they do.
Yes, I love my husband and am proud of his hard work in school and his impending graduation, and am so grateful for the way he treats and loves me each and every day.
Yes, we get to do wonderful things like go on cruises (in 3 days!!!), visit our families often, and share exciting adventures with friends.
But there is lots of hard stuff, too. In my life, in your life, and in that perfect blogger who's home, clothes, and circumstances we all covet.
I hope that when people visit my blog or look at my life they don't think that I have it all, know it all, or am trying to portray something that is not.
Because what I write down and take pictures of and want to remember is the truth.
And the truth isn't that my life is perfect, but that it is happy.
I am happy.
I have a beautiful life and feel so blessed.
I feel this way when the good things happen and try my best to still do so when the bad does.
It seems life has been giving us a lot of both lately. The good, the bad, the hard, the wonderful, the stressful, and the enjoyable...'
'...Some people that I love very much have had to face some hard things lately.
Like really, really hard and tragic things.
My heart aches for them and I wish I was better at helping them through such a difficult time.
Sometimes I think I feel too much.
I can sympathize and empathize so much with people, but it can be so hard when there is nothing that can be done to fix things.
I have been sending up a lot of prayers for them, because in the end I know it is not me who will bring the comfort."
-"The Happy Life" {for full post, click here}
Amen, sister. Amen.
*Etsy Pretend like this painting is Jason and me kissing in the snow/rain because we are happy.
We are happy. And it did rain today {a lot}. So, you don't have to pretend too hard...
But he did make me cry today. But in his defense, I'm a bit of an emotional mess these days.
See? We're not perfect.
Not that I'm implying you thought we were...
OK. I'm going to be done now.
Point is, Taryn said it best.





