why i blogged about being a better blogger & why i'm not gonna be.
when i used to think of "a good blogger," i would think of a couple of things, but mostly i think of the normal. what's considered to be "what every one else is doing." which is definitely more than i want to name right now, but one definite thing is blogging every day. or hell, blogging 4-5 days a week. blogging about why pineapples are trending right now or whatever in the world that comes to mind just because i feel the need to post every day. and looking back on that statement, i guess i never was totally normal, because i don't have time to blog every day.
i have a sometimes demanding and fast-pace moving job in the corporate meeting & event management world. i work about 45 hours a week; which is so typical (and for that i'm grateful). but, i am also planning our dream wedding. and we just bought a house. and a movie on the couch at night sometimes verses typing on my computer screen seems way cooler.
that little paragraph alone just reassured me i'm making sense to myself.
i feel like blogging can sometimes come across like "let me show the world just how perfect my life is." and i think i started to let that get to my head.
key word: started.
i am so blessed, but my life is far from perfect. and i sure as heck don't want to pretend that it is - just for the internet's sake.
i love reading other people's blogs. the real people. the ones who blog about their weekends and this new cool recipe/restaurant they found or what they did on a random tuesday after yoga. some of my favorite blogs are the straight up real ones. the ones that confess they didn't make their 2014 goals (by a long shot), the ones that tell me the story about the battle of the laundry detergents, the ones that blog about their puppy throwing up in the back seat of their car, or the ones about a dinner that they had to throw away because the dog wouldn't even eat it. ya know, life.
and i still do love it when bloggers post cute outfits and i can easily click a link that takes me to the website where i can purchase if i so feel the need. i love style posts; always have. and sometimes i still enjoy doing them. you actually should've seen my "style" like 5 years ago. yikes. thank goodness for re-inventing yourself.
which is kind of what i want to do here. i'm going to keep blogging. i could never give this up. i have met so many cool cyber friends and would feel like i'm missing out by not reading about what's going on in their life. so now i'll be coming at'cha about 2-3 solid times a week while drinking my wine and typing away on the keyboard. but i'm going to do it for me. and not some norm that i feel like i need to follow. if something cool happens, i'll want to blog it. as we finish the house in the next year or so, i'll want to blog it. wedding stuff..... come on really? of course i'll want to blog it. but i'm not gonna blog because i feel like i have to. and i'm not going to blog 7 days a week because i'm not a "good" blogger if i don't.
i think that's why i've kind of felt the need to shy away from my little corner on the world wide web here recently. it began to feel like a chore. ain't nobody got time for that. i have 4 bathrooms, 4 bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room to clean. that's enough of a chore for me.
so this is me saying peace out to being a "better blogger."
this is me saying hello to blogging for me. and occasionally the great things in my life.
and the screw ups.
ps: i made shrimp kabobs two weeks ago and it was the worst thing i have ever cooked. in my life.
and i rolled a big chunk of my hair in my car window the other day. it hurt.
the little bs "about me" caption under my blog picture to the right up there bothers the crap out of me, but html is basically chinese to me, so i don't know how to change it. nor do i want to spend money for someone else to do it.
i have a twice-a-day dance party to 'blank space' on the way to and from work.
i bought $40 foundation from sephora the other day and hate it. it's horrible. don't tell lee.
i hung curtains in our guest bedroom and they are at least 2 feet too short.
oh, and i didn't curl my hair for this picture above. on purpose.