(Just a red velvet cupcake family night treat. I luuuuuv red velvet and this was pretty good, just a bit way too sweet. Plus, I think I'm over cupcakes. Cookies are better.)
There are things that I like and dislike about blogging. Mostly, the likes outweigh the dislikes. Blogging gives me a space to write and be creative. It connects me with people. I never started this blog with the idea that people I've never met would read what I write. I just wanted a fun way to record fleeting thoughts, important events, and anything in between.
But sometimes the blogging dislikes, though comparatively few in number, can be quite annoying. For example, I've recently been a lot better about being more happy and satisfied with just my life, just the way it is. Cue "those blogs." You know the ones I'm talking about? The blogs that make you feel like a fairly ugly, fairly unstylish, fairly loser-ish kind of person. Like why don't ALL pictures of me and my husband look like they should be in a magazine? Why don't I live in urban coolness? Why don't I have a puppy/straight-across bangs/a gazillion perfect outfits/14,000 followers? And there's definitely more than just one of those blogs out there, my friends, and they are definitely all detrimental to my sense of what's real and what's...not me.
Cue reality, please.
Psshhh. Pahh-leeze. I love my real-human, real-life in our Salt Lake City, UT basement apartment. Ok, ok, so maybe I genuinely do want a puppy but that's because and only because Sam and puppies are like mac and cheese. I love that Chas and I are both done with school. I love that I have a Masters degree and a career. I love that I have some cute clothes but would probably choose to stay in my jammy-jams all day, if I could. I love that a fancy date for us will almost always be Hires Big H cheeseburgers and onion rings. (I actually don't love that most pictures of me don't turn out amazing but eh- there are worse things, right?) But mostly, I love that although ridiculously happy together, Chas and I aren't perfect. We have hard days at work. We have things we want so, so badly but don't have. We have things that make us weak, things that make us human.
This article is what prompted most of these thoughts. It's pretty interesting. After reading it, I felt genuinely amazed at how a happy, married life is considered so weird and foreign in today's world. But here's a reality check: we're a happy, high-functioning married couple...and...drumroll...we're not perfect.
Don't ya just love it?