Last night, I was grabbing sushi with a friend who I haven’t gotten to hang out with as much as I would like. And while we were talking, she said “You know, I read your blog and thought, ‘Sally and I have more in common than I thought!’”
After our dinner, her words kept popping into my head. In reality, I think we all have more in common than we think. We’re all insecure, trying to keep our lives together, realizing it’s freaking hard to be an adult. I mean real hard.
We’re not just who we see on Instagram. For example, looking at my life from a distance these are the big things you would see:
I travel a lot and have seen several beautiful places
I have an adorable son and a handsome husband
We eat healthy, organic meals
I’m petite and blonde
We hike together as a family
We spend wonderful times with family and friends
I have a good job that provides me flexibility for a good work/life balance
Our house is clean, simple and cute
And all these things are true—at least sometimes. But they are the moments I am excited about—the ones I want to share and remember. Here are things you would see if you looked a little closer:
My husband struggled with depression for most of the last two years
I have battled anxiety for the last 12 years
We went to counseling for the first quarter of this year to work through that ^ and its impact on our marriage (Which I highly recommend—your marriage or life doesn’t have to be on fire to go. Make it one of your first steps, not your last.)
I am a control freak
The blonde’s fake, and I still worry about my body
On Monday we were late to meet my mother-in-law for dinner because my son had an ever-loving, 20-minute meltdown when I tried to get him ready to go.
I found three pairs of my more revealing underwear in my son’s toy box—he had apparently been playing with them all afternoon (glad I’m on top of that)
My husband and I have had fights where he stormed out and then I locked him out on the back porch
I declutter to deal with stress—it’s compulsive at times
We lost our first sweet baby when I miscarried at 9 weeks
I ate Hostess Zingers for breakfast (Really, like literally this morning. The chocolate ones, duh.)
But here’s the deal, even after all that (plus more) we have a pretty good, relatively normal life. Because challenges, roadblocks, mistakes and setback are a normal part of the mix of life. If we were all just a little more open and honest, we’d see that we could relax a little—that we don’t have to pretend we have it all together—because none of us does.
So in-between the lovey-dovey posts and the fantastic vacation photos, know that that’s only half the story—for everyone. And in the future, I’ll try to do my part to post a more well-rounded version of my life, too—like when my son poured out an entire, brand-new, $25 large bottle of Poo-Pourri on the bathroom floor last week. :)
Will you join me?
Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing. – 1 Thessalonians 5:11