Are You Kidding Me?

Have you ever read someone's blog and thought, "Are you kidding me?"

Seriously, I read other people's blogs, and I think to myself, "Are you kidding me?" There is no way I could be that creative, see that particular precious in the mundane, look that good, live THAT funny of a moment, with the perfect pairs of shoes to go with.

Right now, my brown pumps on my feet are about three flights of stairs away from splitting the side seam and sending me tumbling down said stairs, and it WON'T be a precious, funny or spiritual moment. Swearing may be involved.

I don't have any answers on how to deal with this, but seriously, someone has to stop me from looking at everyone else's highlight reel and comparing it to my play-by-play. The reality is that I've got a belly paunch that won't go away, my left foot is slightly larger than my right and both feet are continuing to grow, I frequently end up with a bad haircut and no guts to actually trim it into something trendier. I get cranky. God shows up and I miss Him. The mundane is mundane, and none of it is worth writing about.

But I also want to be honest about it all, because I'm sick and tired of my constant comparison to others, and never matching up.

Which may be why I'm blogging but have never told anyone outside my husband that this blog exists. Yup, that's some fun hypocrisy there...

But crap. I'll let it out here, see how it goes. If I come off as a little unvarnished, that's more true than if I ever come across as having my ducks in a row or my crap together.

I am neither a Stepford wife nor Kelly Ripa. I think Princess Kate may be one of the most beautiful people on the planet and I really like her style, but I'll never fit in her wardrobe.

Screw it. I'll just work on being me.