Join me for some lemonade and scones will you? I need to chat.
I am thinking of changing the name of my blog from my little life to honest living.
Or maybe I should combine the 2? my little life: honest living
I know it is a classic mistake to “re-brand” yourself this way, but in the end I have to ask, do I care about my “brand” that much?
I am starting to think not.
There are a lot of discussions going on around Blogland lately – instigated by the big party surrounding the release of this book – about why people blog at all. Why us creative types blog, where we find our bliss in it.
I started blogging because I wanted to share things that I saw that inspired me, I wanted to capture parts of my life that I might forget later down the road, I wanted to share in the creative give-and-take that is happening everyday in Blogland, and I wanted to find a new way to express myself (as corny as that sounds in my head as I type it…)
But sometimes there are things I leave out of my blog, things I think now maybe I need to start sharing. I think that is what would be “blogging bliss” to me.
Only I am not sure if you will like all of them, and that worries me a bit.
I know it shouldn’t, I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. I do want you to like me and my blog. There I said it.
I don’t talk much about my faith or my role at my church because it feels somehow awkward to bring that into the mix with all the glitter and decorating. I don’t talk a lot about the stress of balancing work & kids & creativity, or about how I have suffered from depression in the past and sometimes feel it rising it up, like a turtle neck that is too tight, when times get rough.
But the truth is sometimes I get up on Sunday and I go to church and I am the one that gives the talk to the congregation, and serves communion, and then I come home and I glitter some banners, surf Blogland, fluff my mantle, read In Style Magazine and make breakfast-for- dinner with my Sweet Man, get my kids in and out of the tub and pass out in front of an episode of Tori & Dean, Home Sweet Hollywood.
And sometimes I have a hard time getting out of bed at all, and lately I am thinking about giving up the glitter scene as a profession, but that is not concrete at all, and today all of my boys are home for various reasons and they are in my hair, and I finally had to shut the door to the studio, put in my ear buds and blog a little to keep from losing my mind.
And then there are other days that are golden, pure magic, and I everything hums along like the sweet night song made by the summer cicada’s and crickets.
And then there are other days that are just fine. No more, no less. Just days for living, just as they should be.
And that my friends is the honest truth – and it is all my honest living, one day at a time.
And if you don’t mind, I would love to share more of it with you.