I think every blogger, mom, woman, human being, deals with not feeling good enough. Never feeling like they’ve arrived at a magical place where they’re successful and accepted and generally awesome. Bloggers do it, too. Despite how many posts we write about not comparing yourselves to others, we still do it. I still do it.
I see the accomplishments, book deals, the meet-ups and conferences, the iPads and the smartphones that other bloggers are blessed with and I’m good old fashioned jealous. And apparently it comes across in my internet demeanor (attractive, yes?) My bad.
This is part of an email that a reader sent me last week.
Those instagrammy scenes of wine and God and coffee (what is it with Christians and coffee?) and prayer and understanding and lakes and expensive computers and etsy clothes and smiling faces and salon haircuts – that’s fine, whatever. But your life –
Your life is so beautiful.
Your life is so real. Realer than blog shit. Realer than instagram. Deeper than packaged “authenticity.” Fuller than nice. More counter-cultural than an acceptable half step from center. Your life is beautiful and you are beautiful and strong and freaking hardcore, and you are changing the course of generations of people by showing your family so much love and honesty.
Thanks for the reminder and pep talk, random reader.
And thanks for all of you that support us, who buy us groceries, who bother to show up to this place and read the things I say. I cannot imagine what my life would be like right now if I hadn’t rather serendipitously started blogging 3 years ago.
You guys help make me beautiful and strong and freaking hardcore. And I hope that I help make you a little of the same.