I guess I’ll raise my girls to be just that. At least until they’re old enough to say otherwise. My most photo-inspiring days with my kids are the ones where they wake up, throw on leggings, a skirt, and a shirt, none of which match, and beg to put purple in their hair. See above picture.
And so that, is my inspiration. My girls will always be my inspiration.
Today, it’s the inspiration for change.
I changed the theme of this blog today. I put one of them on my header so I’ll always remember that I can be as honest as they are, without a second thought.
I revised the “About Me” section of my blog to include a bit of a disclaimer.
I recently read a blog, Mommy Said a Swear Word, and it’s quickly climbed to a blog I follow, look for often, and aspire to. To quote her:
I just want to write, damn it.
I will never pretend to be someone or something that I am not. I will not apply filters to myself in this space of the web that I now can call my own. I’m going to write as the mom to one girl, the wife to one man, and as the sarcastic, swearing, bitchy, funny, soft-hearted, hypocritical woman I am. I wear filters around every day in the real world and they are just too heavy to carry online, too.
I’ve left so much emotion of this blog because I’ve been burned and gossiped about, I’ve been confronted and forced to defend my feelings, and I’m done.
I’ve done some things I’m not proud of. I’ve got a past that I’ve learned from, and I can’t wait to tell you about it.
Everybody says that I am the most life celebrating person they know, that I have an old soul, that I have a way with words. I think it’s time to flex those muscles. And I’m nervous as all hell about it.
Prepare for ch-ch-channnnnnnnges ♫