There's this blog I came across the other day that was very well done. The author had obviously spent a lot of time on it, and the pictures of herself and her family were beautiful. She hinted at struggles, but she always brought it back to joy. She talked about her amazing husband and her amazing kids. Everyone looked loving, happy, and well-behaved. Perfect.
And the more I think about it, the more I realize that maybe I have projected a similar online image. That my kids are happy all the time. That we never have problems. That I always choose wisely, we always eat healthy, my kids never misbehave, and Jeremy and I never argue.
The truth is, I would love for you to think that, because I struggle with perfectionism and legalism and pride, and what you think is very important to me even though I know it shouldn't be. I want you to think I'm a good writer/mom/wife/fill-in-the-blank. But in reality, my life is not all rainbows and sunshine. And I don't believe I'm alone.
