In life I have come to find out that timing is literally everything! If you take the cake out of the oven too early, you have mush. If you sit in the sun too long, you get burnt. If I would have met my husband ten years earlier, we probably wouldn’t have gotten married. If you wake a baby too soon (or at all), you’re just crazy. Are you catching my drift?!
As one of my favorite actresses, Drew Barrymore, says, “I’m such a profound believer that timing is everything; I would tattoo that on my arm.” And maybe I just will?! That’s how much I believe that timing is what it’s all about. More accurately in my life it’s God’s timing that I lean on.
I have known I wanted to start a blog for years now and actually I started one that wasn’t awesome, in fact it failed(womp, womp). But, I’m owning it because something else I’ve learned is that failure needs to happen before you can get to greatness. Looking back now I know it failed because of three reasons…1) I didn’t have my direction…HUGE! 2) I didn’t put the effort into it that it needed to succeed…not okay! 3) The biggest one…it just wasn’t time yet! Well, guess what that “yet” is over and the time is now!
Here is why I am N.O.W. ready:
N ow I know who I’m writing to. I didn’t before. I would always start to write but then quickly stop in frustration because I was not particularly passionate about what I was saying and I really didn’t know what to say in general. That all changed the day my 8lb. 4oz bundle of joy and pride, my son, Foster arrived. A new passion and direction was born in me the same day Foster was.
O bvious. Over the next few months it became obvious to me who I was meant to speak to. I knew I wanted to speak to other women, soon to be moms, or moms. I want to tell them that it’s okay to not be perfect, it’s okay to mess up and it’s okay to be exactly who you are. And despite feelings of frustration or inadequacy knowing that we can truly make Everyday Above Dirt a Good Day.
As my dad would say, “everyday you wake up and you’re still alive, should be a good day.” So, let’s do that. Let’s make everyday we wake up to see the sun rising (or not even risen yet because that’s how early you get up). Let’s make it a good day!
W hy I’m writing this is because of my dream. My dream to show other moms that it’s ok (in fact healthy) to be real, to mess up, to feel like a failure, but to also enjoy life through the messy process. I want to share my journey with other real moms. My desire is that this brings hope to people and a little encouragement knowing that they are not the only ones that aren’t Pinterest perfect. If nothing else, I hope it makes you feel better about you.
Exhibit A: Folding laundry while my little man plays with an empty laundry detergent bottle and my dogs attacks herself.
I have a theory. Wanna hear it, here it goes?! We all secretly compare ourselves to other people on social media, but there’s also those people that we feel like we can relate to and are somehow our friends even though we may not even know them. I want to be that. Let’s be friends..k?
We live in a beautiful day and age where we can relate to, encourage and communicate with people across the world. My hope is that I am one of those people that you can relate to or at least help you know that you are not the only one that messes up or is going through something a little less than fun.
I am proud of the woman and mother I am but I definitely have my own struggles. It’s taken a long time to get here and as the song goes, “He’s still working on me.” But, I think often times we try to act like we all have it together and well folks…I just don’t. I’m hoping to shed some light on the imperfect beautifulness of being a mom and women.
There is just too much pressure to appear perfect, dress perfect, have perfect pictures and all the other perfect things. I want to give license to women to not be perfect. Instead let’s just be real!!
I hope that you follow me in my journey to be a real mom, woman, wife, sister, daughter and friend. While choosing to Enjoy Everyday Above Dirt despite all of the messiness.