Flawed

My life isn't perfect. As I'm sure you know, I am very flawed. A lot of times I read other blogs and wonder what their lives are really like. People [including myself] don't want to showcase the things that aren't "perfect." We take "selfies" at our most flattering angles, we edit all of our pictures to make us look the most attractive, and we only share the happiest and most exciting moments of our lives. If I'm being completely honest, sometimes I get so sick of it. I wish that people would share more personal pieces of their lives, even if they aren't perfect, because that is what I can relate to.

So I wanted to get real with you today, and tell you a few of my not so great qualities. Because I never want any of you to think that my life is perfect or that you can't relate to me.

I take way too many selfies. And it takes about 30 bad ones to get 1 good one.

I currently don't have a job. Neither does H. We moved up to Idaho with a little bit of money and a lot of faith. It has been a very stressful month for us, trying to find jobs, and not having any money come in. [I had a few interviews this week though, so cross your fingers!]

I am not always put together. I don't even wear clothes or makeup most of the time, unless we are running errands or taking pictures.

I watch an unbelievable [and kind of disgusting] amount of Netflix/Hulu. I have seen almost every TV show you can think of. Seriously-- ask me. I've seen it.

I don't have an unlimited budget. The only way I can buy new clothes so often is because I sell my old clothes. I cycle through clothes like crazy so I can keep up this blog.

I am not a bed maker. 97% of the time our bed is not made.

I am bossy. I'm also that person who backseat drives constantly. I can't help it. [Sorry, H!]

I have days when I don't feel cute, don't feel skinny, can't figure out what to wear, etc. I have a lot of them, actually. It's easy to get discouraged in the blogging world, because you are constantly comparing yourself to others.

I don't always have the best mouth, and occasionally let a swear word slip from time to time. I'm not proud of it.

I have clothes covering the floor of my closet [and room] all the time. I'm bad at hanging up my clothes after wearing them.

I can be a total drama queen.

I feel like I am surrounded by pregnant friends/family members and it really makes me want a baby. I probably beg H on a weekly basis to give me one of his babies, but it won't be happening for a long while.

I cry. On a daily basis. I cry when I'm happy, I cry when I'm mad, I cry when I'm sad, and I cry when I see other people crying. I'm a crybaby.

I don't do the dishes. That is H's job in our marriage.

I have a permanent line on my forehead from my many facial expressions, and I am very self conscious about it.

I sometimes wonder if I'm too young to be married and in love. Not that I would ever take any of it back, but being 21 years old and having already found my soul mate just seems crazy sometimes!

I love gossip. I don't like to talk bad about others, but I do like to speculate on their lives with my friends or with my husband. I am also not proud of that.

I fight with H sometimes. [Notice I didn't say that we fight. He is definitely the peacemaker in our relationship.] It doesn't happen often, but it does happen, trust me.

I am, however, completely obsessed with my husband. My heart feels like it's going to explode on a daily basis because of how much I love him. I don't know how he puts up with me and all of my craziness, but I sure am grateful that he does. I don't know how I would be able to get through my imperfect life without him.

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Thank you all so much for reading today's post. I know it was different from my normal posts, but I think I'm ready to try something new with my blog. I will still be posting outfit pictures, but I have always had a passion for writing, and I want to write something meaningful every day-- not just something about my current outfit.

xoxo,