I’ve fallen into the blogger grass is greener trap as of late. The one I swore up and down never to fall into. I’ve been captive to the Instagram feeds full of blogtrips and the twitter posts about amazing opportunities. Wistful and finding myself mumbling childishly “why don’t I get to go”. While so incredibly happy for my fellow bloggers, I still had that niggling of insecurity in the pit of my stomach. The why does everything good happen to other people, and I’m, not good enough thoughts.
WOW. I’ve really started taking blogging too seriously. I never started this blog as any sort of business, I just wanted to share with you what we’ve been working on. When then, did I start worrying about pageviews and unique monthly visitors? I just did this to build. To make. To create, and most of all, to make our house storefront a home.
This past weekend I spent two great days with El Granto’s family celebrating some big family milestones, then ended the weekend getting some really bad news about a loved one.
Love, joy, happiness, sadness, fear and dread. I felt all of those in one weekend. It made things come into focus, and really put perspective to my past weeks worries about not being a good enough blogger.
I took myself away, to my special place (aka a hot bath and a chick lit novel). I spent a good 45 minutes going from very hot water to I really need to get out before I get frost bite water. All the time thinking about the life, the universe and everything. *
Upon getting out of my (now tepid) bath, I reached not for my grey Ikea bath sheet, but instead the big plush white guest towels. You know them. The so pristine you barely even look at them, only to get them out of the linen cabinet and fold them in pretty little stacks to be placed expertly on the guest room dresser just before house guests arrive towels. Yes THOSE towels. I grabbed one and wrapped myself head to toe knee in cottony lusciousness. It was amazing. The towel felt like a great big hug from a cloud. A soft warm embrace soothing my soul.
Guys. Life is too short to waste on jealousy, greed and any sort of comparing yourself to others.
Use the effing guest towels and enjoy the moment.
xox Kristen
*yes, you caught me using one of El Granto’s favourite sayings, from the Hitchhikers Guide. It’s amazing how living with someone for so long, you being to use their isms without thinking anything of it. I even caught myself discussing GTA 5 in the office kitchen the other day with a co-worker. Me, chatting about video game car crashes and virtual strip clubs. Next thing you know I will be Minecrafting.
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