I am an over thinker, a perfectionist in a strange way. If you were to visit my home you wouldn't think I was a perfectionist but deep down I am. I am a mess, my home is usually a mess. We live here, I live here, but before you come over I do a very good job of cleaning up, of pretending. Can anyone relate? If I can not find the perfect words to be said in the perfect way then I just choose not to say them at all or invite you over. ;)
Is that anyway to live?
Scared of being imperfect? Scared of someone seeing my mess, the real me? A beautiful mess?
Aren't we all?
Somewhere along the way... I lost my way. My passion for this blog was to be honest, to be real, to be openly imperfect. I don't want to give off the impression that I have things figured out and I definitely do not want to only share my life when I think I have the perfect words and images. I just want to be a real mom who shares her real struggles and victories with you. I want to be honest with myself.
And honestly I am scared and honestly I am tired of being scared. I just want to jump off the end of my comfort zone and believe in God and in myself.
Starting right now in this moment I am ready to live brave even though I am scared to death.
And so this is where I share with you again my one word for 2014, the real word. The word that I was to afraid to admit, to afraid to choose.
Brave is the word that He gave me, the word that I tried to ignore, tried to cover up under good intentions.
This year I am looking forward to learning how to live brave even though I am scared even as I write this! ;)
(So please excuse my posts as I will not be as worried about perfecting them as about simply posting them, if you know what I mean)