We need to talk. It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve not been completely honest with you.
We’ve been dating for a while now and I’m ready to move on to the next stage of our relationship. But before I can do that, there’s something I need to tell you. More of a confession:
I have no filtering system.
No, not my house. My opinions. Or maybe I should say, my mouth. My husband is my filter. I thank God for him every day. He is the one that cools me down, helps me look at things rationally, and talks me off the ledge some days. He has probably kept me out of the alley in a West Side Story rumble more times than I’d like to imagine.
I don’t go around starting fights. Nothing like that. I just have some things to say. That I sometimes say too loudly. Or too crudely. Or too quickly before I should even open my mouth at all. So before my fingers push “publish” on the post button of the blog, Facebook or email, I check with hubby to make sure I’m not being too snarky or rude.
I don’t want to offend anyone. However, in doing so, I feel like I’ve lost a part of my passion for writing the things that are really on my heart. I’m not the kind of gal who parks her soapbox in the middle of a busy intersection and with a megaphone boldly declares her mind. (Maybe on the sidewalk! Ha!)
The problem is that I feel I lose some of my authenticity and passion when I put the sugar-coating on things. So, I thought it only fair to warn you that some of my feistiness may show through. I might not be your best friend in a post, but if you grab a glass of wine we could really bond!
I am also funnier in real life than I am when I write. Darn that English degree! It’s made me all proper rather than just letting me write the world’s longest run-on sentence like the ones I use when I tell every single detail in one of my 15 minute real life stories. All these English rules just make me want to vurp (combination vomit/burp)! Which is probably why I’m great at spelling and suck at the rest of them. The rules don’t get the voice inflection that is critical to my epic story! So I’m gonna forget those too.
I want us to really talk.
There are things in life that are rough. Parenting is rough. Marriage can be less than fun some days. Heck, figuring out what to make for dinner can be a challenge (especially when everything in your fridge has turned green and looks like a science experiment). So let’s talk about these things and help build each other up.
The relationships I cherish most are those where I can be 100% real with the other person. They will soon find out I’m not the Stepford Wife that I secretly pretend to be. But that’s okay. If you know me, you gotta know all of me. And that’s what I want to share with you.
So, girlfriends, get ready for a crazy ride and let’s be real.
Do you feel most of what you read online or in magazines is “real” or is it a prettied up version of real life?