So I’ve always been in awe of bloggers like Dooce and The Bloggess and their comfort with being who they are, and sharing their whole stories. I know a lot of bloggers only share the good times, for varying (and valid!) reasons, but I think sharing honestly in a way that paints a realistic picture is really admirable. it’s not something I imagine I’ll ever really be brave enough to do, but since I have to explain my lack of pictures somehow, I guess the first step is explaining honestly.
It’s not that I didn’t get dressed yesterday. I did.
It’s not that I didn’t like my outfit. I did (actually, I really loved it).
It’s not that I didn’t have a willing photographer. I did.
It’s that I got home, talked to the rattas, and then curled up in a ball and cried.
For about an hour.
For no good reason.
Or, rather, because some days I’m stricken with an insurmountable, suffocating level of sadness. Some days I just can’t overcome it.
So instead of snarky writing and a funky strange outfit, I’ll leave with you a “Well that’s life” and a list of my (current) favorite reads. They make me smile and they inspire me.
And hopefully tomorrow will be an easier day.