Me on the other hand, well, I have a full time job attempting to change lives. Everyday I wake up at 5:45am and throw on that days allowed school t-shirt. I find my favorite pair of leggings or jeans and, usually, my red Toms. I put it all on, hopefully remember to brush my hair, toss on some powder and mascara, put on my finest specs, and out the door I go. I'm usually scrambling to find something semi-healthy for breakfast, and lunch is usually a mash-up of whatever I can find in the kitchen. I don't have the option to be late. I have 21 kids waiting for me. Late is not an option. I don't have the luxury of going out to lunch. I don't have the luxury of sitting on a nice patio, sipping green juice and chatting with my girlfriends. I usually eat with a couple ten year olds while we chat about fractions or rounding decimals.
The only break I get all day is from 7:55-8:45am. It is the most exhausting job I've ever had. It is mentally and physically exhausting. It is like multitasking times a thousand. You've got to keep up with 21 kids grades, bathroom breaks, when they are off task, who turned in their homework, who didn't turn in their homework, who went to the office, who went to the bathroom ten minutes ago and is still gone, oh wait, what was I teaching again, dang the phone is ringing, don't forget to tell so-an-so they are not riding the bus today etc.
I say all of this just to let myself know that it is okay that I get home when it is already dark and I can't take pictures. I say all of this to let myself know that I don't have to fake an outfit just to get a post up on a week night when all I want to do is collapse on the couch. I say all of this to remind myself that I blog because I love the outlet. I love the friendships I've made and I know whether I post a cute outfit, or rant about my not-so-glamorous life, I'll still have people here. I'll still have my Mom reading, which is why I started this little space in the beginning. I'll still have my husband sitting next to me, probably bothering me in any way he can.
I'll still have me. Me, the girl who would rather be in Nike shorts and a t-shirt than any other outfit I own. Me, they girl who drives the paid off car her parents got her in college after her friend totaled her car she let them borrow. Me, the girl who wants you to walk into her house and make you feel like you can kick your feet up and relax. Me, the girl who doesn't try to be who she isn't.
This blogging world has such a strange pull on a person. You see these "perfect" lives scattered around blog-land and you compare. I'm so thankful that I've never let it get the best of me. Anytime I think, "Hey! I want $300 extensions and fake eyelashes and $1,000 Loubs!" I am quickly brought back to Earth when I think about how the people that matter the most to me would react. I know that isn't me. I could fake it all day long. I can put on the heels, and grow my hair down to my butt, and cake on the makeup, but that isn't me.
I want the people who read my blog to know that I am who I am. I won't ever coax you into buying a "must have" item or try to make you click a link just so I make a commission. I could make a million dollars off this blog and I wouldn't leave my teaching job if you paid me. That is where my heart is. Chris is where my heart is. Time with Chris is where my heart is and if that means I don't have any pictures to show for it, then so be it. The moment spent away from this space was probably worth not hitting the publish button.
Sorry for the rant. I sat down to write a post about how I have nothing to post about and BAM, this happened.
Now, y'all link up those outfits so I have some inspiration for next week. You don't want another post like this, do ya? Ha!
Thanks to all of you who have been linking up! I do read them, on my phone, during that small break I talked about before :)
Now for the link up!
- All I ask is you link back to my blog and link to a specific post.
- Write about something fashion related!
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