Does anyone else ever get blogger envy? I mean… when I read other people’s blogs and follow along in their lives, I’m usually thinking to myself: “wow. This person is perfect. Their life is perfect. They are so much more interesting than me. Their life is so much more exciting, fun, glamorous than mine. They really have their sh*t together. Why can’t I be more like them?”
And then I look at my own life and compare. My life isn’t all that interesting. My life is not perfect. My house is not perfect. My relationships aren’t perfect. I’m not anywhere near perfect.
I always think that other bloggers have their lives SO together. Meanwhile, I’m just kind of faking being a grown up and fumbling along as I try to learn how to be a real adult. I always think everyone else is so much more ahead of the curve than I am when it comes to just about everything relating to being an adult.
I know where I get these notions from and that most of them are probably not true. Honestly put, most of the time we blog about the good and exciting things that are happening in our lives. We don’t blog about the hours we spend reading or watching TV, the arguments we have with our spouses, the every day mundane things that make up most of our lives. We blog about the good, the exciting, the fun, the perfect. We want to show only the best things in our lives. I get that. And I’m here to say that if you’ve ever read my blog and had similar feelings about me as I do about other bloggers… there is NO need! I can guarantee my life is not more perfect or interesting than yours.
Sometimes, laundry sits in a basket for days, just waiting to be put away. Sometimes, the dishes pile up and my kitchen, which is way too small, is a complete disaster about 99% of the time. I don’t cook, but I need to learn. I try to keep my coffee table clear but there’s usually junk on it. We kind of live paycheck to paycheck, but we’re proud that we work hard for what we have and that we bust our butt for every penny that we work so hard to save. My house is a bit old and needs a lot of updating, but it has history. It was built by my great-grandparents, so even though I wish we had enough money to have purchased a brand new home with natural lighting, no repairs or updates needed, and high vaulted ceilings, this is OUR home, filled with family memories… even though it isn’t perfect.
My dog? Not perfect. Kind of a jerk. I have to drive him to be babysat every single day. He makes my life very difficult with his issues. But I love him despite that.
My husband and my marriage? Not perfect. We argue sometimes. I get overly emotional. We don’t always see eye to eye. But I love him and I would choose him all over again.
My house? Not the expensive, brand new house of my dreams. Needs a lot of updating that is costing us every spare dollar we have. We’re waiting to do a lot more work to it too until we can save up some more money. But I’m proud of the work we’re doing to it, little by little, every chance we get.
Mine and my husband’s work situations? Not perfect. I want full time but still only have part time even though I got my masters degree. I work days, he works evenings. We hardly get any time together. I’m home alone many nights. But we cherish the time that we do get together on weekends and days off.
My life? Yeah, not perfect. It’s rather imperfect, actually, and I just want you all to know that. And I want you all to know that despite everything, I still firmly believe in Megan McCafferty who wrote in one my all time favorite book series that “we are perfect in our imperfection.” So I wouldn’t change a thing in my imperfect, uninteresting, unglamorous, kind of boring life.