happily imperfect

I read an interesting article(here)about social media and the effects it is having on culture. It's about how we need to stop posting our perfect lives online, because the reality is our lives are not perfect.

I struggled for a bit with a couple of friends/ladies and their blogs/facebook accounts awhile back for various reasons. I am over it now, but will admit jealousy existed. It was my issue entirely. I must have had glasses on that only allowed me to see what their lives contained (clothes, hobbies, vacations, traveling, amazing food, incredible photography skills, and immaculately clean and well designed homes)and focus on what I thought my life lacked (insert same list as above). I must have got kicked by a cow pretty hard because one day it dawned on me that no one's life is better or worse than mine...they are simply different. I love that idea. So I will go on preparing my scrumptious lemon cream pie that I don't think Cowboy really likes and probably not take a picture of it. Then I will remind myself that I still have a boat load of dishes glaring me down. I hate doing dishes about as much as I hate not having them done. Then I will try another candle/smelly item in the bathroom, because some little critter has passed away in there. We can't get to the 'stinker' because it's inside the flooring, but we can sure smell the stench. I will go to bed exhausted every night, and give thanks for my happily imperfect life that probably won't ever be posted on instagram. I don't have the skill set for it : )

Respectfully Yours,

A

P.S. Summer is almost here. It's a great thing.

P.P.S. What do you think about this article(here)and the role of women in society? Alice Walker, the author of the Color Purple, has a daughter who wrote this post about her feminist mother.

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