someone asked me the other day 'how do you find the time?' (to do all the things you want to). it got me thinking today and i wanted to come clean a bit. this blog, it's a snapshot of my world. i choose to focus here on the creative aspect of my life, to document the ordinary times in my world that to me feel extraordinary. i don't share the messy - not because it doesn't exist - but because i am able to use this blog like a filter and that is such a gift that i can direct my focus to what's meaningful to me. i know what it's like to read through blogs and become caught up in the world of others only to start to beat yourself up over what you aren't doing, or how your home should look/feel, or how more creative you should be, etc. and it's at that point when (i usually phone a friend...and then) i realize i need to back away slowly and disconnect a bit.
but the reality is this: i work full-time as a teacher which is what provides our life overseas. some days that fills me up and others it drains me. i couldn't do any of this without the love, support, guidance, friendship, inspiration and help (that word doesn't cover half of it) that j provides. he keeps me grounded and believing that i can become who i hope to creatively. i would be covered in bruises with the number of times i have caught myself comparing my life to other worlds on the blogs - or with worrying over whether i should change over kai's college savings fund to a therapy fund instead with all that comes along with mothering.
it's my tribe of incredible girlfriends that remind me to laugh, lighten-up, and nudge me along my path. and of course, my supportive family who provide just the gentle wisdom i need at the moment. and it's the slew of lovely blogs that fill my google reader that i check in with who inspire me down to my core.
the reality is that most days, i dodge piles of laundry (which is the bane of my existence) as i walk through the house. most days, i don't even bother to brush my hair. and my life isn't neat and tidy like freshly made guest bed, but rather more lived and worn like a favorite pair of sheets - and i simply choose to focus on the possibility that comes from this, here on this little blog.
