Keeping it Real . . .
Here it is, a few days after my "being the best me I can be" post, and I'm behind in my blog writing and reading. Boy, does that make me mad. But, life . . . . yadda yadda yadda.
The truth is . . . . the past week has been crazy busy, and my mind has been going round and round. And while I am more focused on me than ever before, this current 'state of being' has caused me to take an even closer look at everything around me. And that, my friends, is always . . . . scary. And ugly. But often times, really really cathartic.
So, I decided on a new post subject here at the ol'From Chaos Comes Happiness blog. This one is being titled . . . "Keeping it real . . . ". I even made a little logo for us . . . well, by us, I mean . . . me, and my thighs.
The truth is . . . it's not always rose colored glasses here. Lord knows, I'm not always happy. The girls aren't always just bathed and smelling like baby lotion and sitting like little angels reading wonderful novels from writers long ago. Sometimes it's more like stinky little 'played outside all day long' girls with knots in their hair and fights over whose Barbie doll that really belongs to.
The truth is . . . I have a wonderful life. But, having a spouse who travels often can be extremely hard on the spirit. And keeping two souls in line can sometimes take a lot more energy than you'd ever imagine.
The truth is . . . things are challenging right now. And even though my mother does not approve when I share things between my spouse and I . . . this blog has always been and will continue to always be real. The good, the bad, and the ugly. So, sorry Mom. But this one is for me.
The truth is . . . we are fine, PG and me. But sometimes we need to be kicked in the butt to get us in line. There has been a great deal of stress on our relationship this year. But we are communicating. We are listening. We are hearing each other.
The truth is . . . I was not accepted to show and sell my work at the Renegade Art Fair in Chicago this September. This was the very first juried art fair show that I ever applied to, and I was not accepted. I am crushed, and while I know that I can not let this keep me down . . . I hate it. Big time.
The truth is . . . I will probably have to go back into the health care work force soon. Not only to assist in my own financial future, but because not working might be really bad for my spirit right now.
The truth is . . . I am trying to take better care of myself. I am. After an amazing heart to heart with a dear woman last week, I am learning about the layers in my life. I finally understand that I am the center, and if my own soul is not being taken care of, there is no way that I can help the other layers around me.
The truth is . . . being real is really the best thing I can do for myself right now.
I am learning. One day at a time.
So, my friends . . . here you have it. Keeping it real.
Join me, won't you? Feel free to copy the button follow the "Keeping it real" revolution! Come back and tell me about it.
Grab a button, write your own "Keeping it real" and share it with us. And look out for MORE "Keeping it real" in the future!!!
Hugs, my friends. Here's to being the best we can be, AND to Keeping it real along the way.
The truth is . . . . the past week has been crazy busy, and my mind has been going round and round. And while I am more focused on me than ever before, this current 'state of being' has caused me to take an even closer look at everything around me. And that, my friends, is always . . . . scary. And ugly. But often times, really really cathartic.
So, I decided on a new post subject here at the ol'From Chaos Comes Happiness blog. This one is being titled . . . "Keeping it real . . . ". I even made a little logo for us . . . well, by us, I mean . . . me, and my thighs.
Yes, my thighs. Thunder thighs. Turkey legs. Chunky Monkeys. Whatever you want to call them. They are mine. And friends . . . I don't think I can get any more real than that. So, "Keeping it real" is going to be a new weekly post of mine, when I share with you the truths of my life. Because this blog is, after all, my story.
The truth is . . . it's not always rose colored glasses here. Lord knows, I'm not always happy. The girls aren't always just bathed and smelling like baby lotion and sitting like little angels reading wonderful novels from writers long ago. Sometimes it's more like stinky little 'played outside all day long' girls with knots in their hair and fights over whose Barbie doll that really belongs to.
The truth is . . . I have a wonderful life. But, having a spouse who travels often can be extremely hard on the spirit. And keeping two souls in line can sometimes take a lot more energy than you'd ever imagine.
The truth is . . . things are challenging right now. And even though my mother does not approve when I share things between my spouse and I . . . this blog has always been and will continue to always be real. The good, the bad, and the ugly. So, sorry Mom. But this one is for me.
The truth is . . . we are fine, PG and me. But sometimes we need to be kicked in the butt to get us in line. There has been a great deal of stress on our relationship this year. But we are communicating. We are listening. We are hearing each other.
The truth is . . . I was not accepted to show and sell my work at the Renegade Art Fair in Chicago this September. This was the very first juried art fair show that I ever applied to, and I was not accepted. I am crushed, and while I know that I can not let this keep me down . . . I hate it. Big time.
The truth is . . . I will probably have to go back into the health care work force soon. Not only to assist in my own financial future, but because not working might be really bad for my spirit right now.
The truth is . . . I am trying to take better care of myself. I am. After an amazing heart to heart with a dear woman last week, I am learning about the layers in my life. I finally understand that I am the center, and if my own soul is not being taken care of, there is no way that I can help the other layers around me.
The truth is . . . being real is really the best thing I can do for myself right now.
I am learning. One day at a time.
So, my friends . . . here you have it. Keeping it real.
Join me, won't you? Feel free to copy the button follow the "Keeping it real" revolution! Come back and tell me about it.
Grab a button, write your own "Keeping it real" and share it with us. And look out for MORE "Keeping it real" in the future!!!
Hugs, my friends. Here's to being the best we can be, AND to Keeping it real along the way.
Oh, Leanne, if I kept it real in a blog I'd either have a movie deal by now or I'd be sued for violating privacy ... or I'd be committed because no one would believe it was all real! But I do hear your song and chime in on the chorus (even though I can't carry a tune). The floozie persona is 100% me, absolutely. But it's also a fun way to escape, a persona to assume. We can take a few minutes away from it all, show off beautiful paintings or fabulous desserts, and everything seems okay, doesn't it? We can hide a bit from what's really real. But in sharing with our friends - whether in a blog post or via email (or coffee at Intelligentsia!), we form a community. The details may differ, but the heart of it is the same ....
ReplyDeleteI love this so much, Leanne. I have thought about writing more posts like this...I mean I do strive to be real on my blog but I am struggling right now in my life and I don't always share that. My life is HARD right now!!
ReplyDeleteSo sorry you didn't get picked for the show:( And I am having to work this fall. No choice...we gotta have money!!!
I love you friend!!!
Leslie
YOU are the center...I like that thinking. And it's so true!
ReplyDeleteThe truth is, just because you applied to your first juried art fair and weren't accepted doesn't mean you need to go back into the corporate world. All you've done up til now with taking classes and growing your business, keep on keepin' on, Sweetie. Because just when it's feeling the darkest, the sun rises.
And being real doesn't mean giving up.
Dear Leanne
ReplyDeleteI love your honesty, and I am also so sorry about the show :-(
Here's looking forward to better things that tomorrow brings...
I struggle a lot too. I don't mind spilling it, but I haven't sorted it all out yet in my own mind.
ReplyDeleteKeep on keepin on.
Big hugs.
Hi babe, love you and thank you for our wake up call. See you soon...
ReplyDeletegood for you. i love this post and the one before it. sometimes we all have to remind ourselves that ENOUGH is ENOUGH and face our real truths. we all have our good days and our bad days, even when we don't blog about them! congrats to you on starting a great weekly post!
ReplyDeleteTake Care Leanne and stay true to yourself.
ReplyDeleteLove this post!! It is not easy to always keep it real on a Blog and I do struggle with that I admire your honesty:O) Lots of hugs and dont give up keep submitting:O)
ReplyDeletesuch an inspiring blog post...thank you! renegade was the first (and only) show i applied to a few years ago in chicago...and i was not accepted either. there are always lots of good opportunities...right around the corner :) thank you for keeping it real!
ReplyDeleteOh my dearest Leanne. I hear you. I understand you. I am proud of you. Pick yourself up, dust yourself - the old you is soooo gone. Right? Shed that old skin, be the new you and show all of your brilliant colors.
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As always so positive! Keep it on, keep it real )
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