Monday, April 8, 2013


There have been times when I've started to write about something in a blog post and then don't. I find myself worrying what others will think. Then it hits me. When the hell did I start worrying about what others think of me?

Could it have been I became a wife? Maybe. Maybe I wanted everyone to think I have the perfect marriage. That James and I see eye to eye 24/7. That I'm this amazing wife who always has the house cleaned, dinner on the table, laundry down and has sexy time on a regular bases.

Was it when I became a Mom? Might've been. Was I so caught up in raising the perfect son and enjoying every minute of Connor's infancy that I overlooked sharing that it's not always rainbows and sunshine.

Could it been the move to Texas? Just a little? Did the fact that I went against every ones wishes and moved halfway across the country cause me to sugarcoat how I felt about my marriage, being a parent, my relationship with my family and friends?

When did I become this person?

 Funny Friendship Ecard: I want you to be completely honest with me as long as you're only pointing out my strengths.

Have I really lost me for fear of what others will think? I sure hope not. Because the real me is pretty bad ass. The me that I thought I was sharing was dying to get out. And she won that fight. 

Things are about to get real over here. Buckle up.

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