Something(s) About Me – Things I Am Afraid to Tell You
I am sure many of you (or I should say I hope many of you) came across this wave of blog confessionals over the past month, started by Jess of Makeunder My Life. I am not sure how I stumbled upon it originally, but I was immersed in it immediately.
Bloggers of all types were penning their own personal “Things I Am Afraid to Tell You” posts, inspired by Jess, which quickly turned into an online movement that instantly moved me.
My first reaction? Inspiration. My second? Why wasn’t I invited? Ha.
So when my lovely friend Theresa from Inspiration Cooperative suggested a group of us embark on an unofficial next chapter in the journey, I immediately knew I was in.
The idea is to share things that we may not typically look to share on our blogs — what lies beyond the seasonal fashion tips, recipes, makeup must-haves and daily parenting woes — to give you a true glimpse of the person behind the words.
So here I am:
I am as equally frustrated by this whole blogging thing as I am inspired by it. I have been told my whole life that I am a “great writer” so part of me thought “if you build it, they will come,” and frankly, not enough of you have come. But I won’t give up. I love it way too much and the readers and comments I do get have such a great impact on me, it will forever be enough.
I get just as frustrated when I see mediocre blogs with sky-high followings. I want to be happy for those people as they share their “fashion” insight that amounts to glittery TOMS shoes and not much else and misspell “their” consistently, but I am mainly just bitter.
I am scared to say no. In so many aspects of my life. I just did it this morning, for something that really won’t even matter in the grand scheme of things, and I spent half the night worrying about it.
I am self-employed and am constantly worried I won’t be able to generate enough work to support my share of our lives. Hence the “saying no” issue…
I think our lives are too expensive. I look at our monthly budget and gasp a little. But the truth is, we aren’t overly frivolous (maybe just a touch) and for now, we are making it work, so that’s that. But it will, on occasion, keep me up at night.
I am frighteningly out of shape. I try and try and try to find physical activities I will like so that I can keep them up on the regular, but after 34 years, I have yet to find one. It makes me feel like a bit of a failure that I can’t commit to my own health. But then I have a cookie and I feel better.
I am an addict with my phone and it impacts my life. My kids and husband and parents get annoyed. I can’t even watch an entire TV show without checking my phone a dozen or so times and I officially consider sitting at a red light torture if my phone is not within arm’s reach. It’s disgusting.
I don’t see the glass half full. I am basically always worrying about something, and when I am not, I worry about everything being too perfect. It’s a tough act to keep up.
I am addicted to the Kardashians. Yes, I balance it out with Mad Men and CNBC and the NY Times, but there is something about those crazy bitches I can’t get enough of. Go ahead, you can un-bookmark me now
Thanks for the invite, Theresa!