Having a blog is weird. Reading blogs is weird. All of it, the whole community. I think for the most part I am pretty honest and open. I talk about my highs and my lows. I wrote about failing to meet a goal at Steamtown last year, I wrote about having bad days and days when I ate too much but I also wrote about the good, like qualifying for Boston or having an awesome workout.
In general I love my life, I feel really happy most of the time, I am healthy, I have great friends, family and boyfriend.. I really feel super blessed. But…there are those days and even those people, as horrible as it sounds, that make me feel like I don’t have it all or all together.
You know those days, when your nails are too short with your ugly, chipped nail polish. Or your handwriting is so bad you vow to never hand write a note again? What about when it feels like the only pants you could possibly ever fit your love-handles in are stretchy pants? But. There is that one person who has the perfect life, has the perfect hair, nails, body AND handwriting.
It can be hard to not get wrapped up comparing yourself to others. especially in the blog world when we, as bloggers, have the freedom to pick and choose what we want to share.
I know there are a few blogs that I read that make me feel like I should focus less of my efforts on CrossFit and a ton more running lately. Or the blogs that make me feel like a complete loser for not being able to make the perfect souffle let alone know what a souffle even is. But really. It’s not those blogs faults. It’s my own.
I sometimes have to take a step back and remember I am me. I am good enough.
Just as you are you and YOU are good enough.
I will never not have half chewed fingers. Or really pretty handwriting. And I can pretty much guarantee that, considering my past cooking experience, I will probably never know what a souffle is or how to make one.
And with all that….all that said. I am ok with it.
I think it’s totally ok and normal to have those moments where you feel inadequate. After all, aren’t we human.
But….if you don’t let those fears and inadequacies consume you, I promise I won’t either. I might try to work on my cursive a little more but I won’t stop myself from lifting heavy weights because I want to run. I know that right now, at this point in my life, lifting heavy is what works for me. Last year, running a lot worked for me.
I know that right now in my life, my friends famous “chicken surprise” dish will probably be a staple in my house for all of ever.
I know this is probably a weird post. But I had a weird day and struggled with some stuff. Hopefully getting this out there will help me wake up tomorrow with a clean slate and a fresh attitude 🙂