Flourish with grace.

It is almost twenty eighteen! I can remember ringing in the New Year in 2000 – and now it’s 2018! So I am getting in early and wishing you all a very HAPPY NEW YEAR!
2017 has just over 12 hours remaining, I feel like this year was over in a second – but I also feel it dragged on in parts…
This year has been a pretty massive one for our little family…
Just a few weeks out from the end of 2016 we welcomed our 2nd baby and 2017 was an exciting year of being a family of 4. A number we feel is perfect for us.
We put our house on the market, patiently (kind of) waited for it to sell and then packed up and moved to a completely new town and bought a block of land which we will build on in 2018.
So that was basically our year… How was yours?

Going into 2018, the idea of having a word to focus on/be inspired by for the New Year appealed to me.
But what word? I adore countless words, this year is going to be a massive one for us and gosh, this feels like a lot of pressure – picking one word… So I will be a rebel and break the trend of 1 word and pick two, heck I may even make it a sentence.

Flourish & Grace.

In 2018 I want to flourish.
2016 & 2017 was all about growth for me, they were rough years – full of times I didn’t think I could or would survive. From everything from health issues, to betrayal, hurt, sadness, stress, anger and exhaustion. But you know what? I am sitting here on the 31st of December, 2017 and I am thankful to God for my struggles. I write this as someone who has grown tremendously in the past year. I shared some thoughts about this on my social media & you can read it HERE.
So, if 2017 was a year for big growth, 2018 will be my year to flourish. My environment is more positive this year, I’ve rid my everyday of hurtful people, I’m motivated & determined. So I’m ready to flourish and positively grow even more.
And I want to flourish with grace, I know the reason I can grow is because of His grace.
So, 2018 is my year that Because of His grace, I will flourish with grace. 

Ice Cream PartyHaving my little statement to inspire me, helps me focus on what I hope to achieve in 2018. Basically I want to flourish in every aspect of my life. Keeping flourish & grace in mind these are somethings I plan to work on this year…

  • Growing this little blog even more, helping it flourish.
  • Encouraging others and sharing my story. I want to aim to live my best life, while encouraging others to do the same.
  • Taking better care of me. Being more conscious of what goes into my body and how I am taking care of it and also taking more care of my mental & emotional health.
  • Giving myself grace.
  • Helping my little love LuLu flourish in her first year away from me.
  • Growing more in my faith.
  • Being even more confident in my decisions – which is a big one considering in 2018 we will building our home, and that’s full of decision making!
  • Go on more adventures.
  • Make our new home a home.
  • Do more of what I love and continue to learn.

Now these are fairly vague – there are a lot of little things that fall under these categories – but I prefer to stay very general and not have hard & set things set for an entire year. Each month I plan to reevaluate and set goals to accomplish for that period, this list will probably explode during the year.
What are your goals/resolutions/word/s for 2018? Let me know in the comments below or on my social media.

So 2018, I’m ready for you… Let’s do this, let’s Flourish with Grace.

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My birth story, 1 year on.

13th December, 2017.
Tonight is emotional.
Tomorrow my baby turns one.
My last baby, will no longer be a baby and I’ve been on the verge of tears all day & I’m pretty sure they are set to erupt anytime now…
When it’s birthday time I get all nostalgic and emotional, I look back at old photos and just go back to those newborn moments. The newborn bubble is the greatest, I could live in a continuous loop of sleepy newborn days where you are so infatuated and in awe it’s intoxicating… But it speeds by at an absolutely ridiculous rate and before you know it, you are sitting there, the night before they turn 1 fighting back the tears as you scroll through photos reminiscing of the moment you met that tiny little person.
So let’s go there, let’s go back and let me tell you my birth story of my son…

Now for a tiny bit of back story, if you followed my pregnancy last year you will know it was pretty average. (To see more click HERE)
There were a few stints in hospital, a diagnosis of an auto immune disorder which causes me to be incredibly sick as well as all day “morning” sickness that lasts my entire pregnancy right up until about a minute before I give birth. All that sickness then lead to irritable uterus early on and a very, very painful pregnancy and well, to be honest I thought I was going to die last year I felt so awful. I was constantly worried about my little “Baby Elf” and each week he stayed in was a milestone because there was a worry he was going to arrive super early, like at one point it would’ve not been viable for him to survive.
But we hit those milestones, 24 weeks, 28 weeks, 32 weeks was a big relief (I could deliver in Toowoomba now, before that would mean a big stay down in Brisbane) 36 weeks and then 38 weeks rolled around…
So due to the concern of “Baby Elf” arriving early, I had undergone 2 rounds of steroid injections to ensure his respiratory system was developed.
For a few months I had been managing my health with medication and just keeping myself “stable” with the bare minimum amount of drugs so it was safe for “Baby Elf” and I. But around 38.5 weeks I started to get sick again, I felt ok but I knew how I feel after being sick for a week or so. It’s not good, heck if I get sick now, after just a few days I’m very weak and drained – add on being pregnant, delivering a baby, recovery & then going straight into life with 2 kids… It wouldn’t have been ideal. So we spoke to my OB & specialist who both agreed that it was in everyone’s best interest if “Baby Elf’ was to arrive a few days early. That way I had strength for birth and recovery.
He was due on the 20th of December, but we opted for an induction and assumed he would arrive the 14th or 15th of December.
During my pregnancy there were concerns if I would be strong enough to handle to a natural birth again, but I was pretty determined to give it ago. I never have much of a birth plan besides get the baby out in a way that will hurt the least! HA! Basically my only request is, give me the darn epidural when I ask for it!

So the 13th of December, we spent the last day as a tiny family of 3 by just being together, we went for a swim, we cuddled and we just cherished these last few moments. Before I left for the hospital that night (induction check in is 7pm) Trent made me Vegemite and cheese on toast, I ate this the night before I went into labour with LuLu.
Trent and LuLu drove me to the hospital and checked me in and letting them leave was the hardest thing, I cried – a lot. Birth is a big deal, things go wrong in birth, I was terrified – I had to start the process alone and that little girl was my whole world. It had been just her and I every single day together for the past 1153 days. And now it was all about to change. I cried because the next time I saw her she wouldn’t be my only baby, she would be my first baby and a big sister. They were happy tears, but scared tears. I had dealt with having to say good bye to them both a lot while they left me in hospital far more than I would’ve liked that year, and I wish Trent could have stayed – but I knew LuLu needed him more.
The plan with the induction is to have the gel inserted around midnight (explains the 7pm check in) well, turns out that night just had to be super busy and mine didn’t get inserted until 3am and then after that is regular obs checks. So I’ve had maybe a couple hours of very broken sleep at this point. I had been awake from 7am Tuesday morning (the 13th) I was partly running on adrenaline and partly just wanting a nap… So by 6am I had my makeup done and I was ready to meet our son.
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The plan here was to see how the induction would go and labour on my own, when things started to spark up Trent was going to come back. I wanted him to stay with LuLu for as long as he could, my best friend was organised to arrive to take over looking after her for that day & that night. (We weren’t sure if the induction would work or how it would progress, some inductions take more than a day and some don’t work…) 
My OB arrived around 8:50am to check me, he reinserted the gel and also did a stretch and sweep (holy, ouch!) and that my friends is when my body got a little angry at me. My contractions felt like they were amping up, prior to this I had some basic niggles and discomfort but nothing that would make me stop and take a big breath. But after that point, boy did I have to stop and breath A LOT. After they insert the gel they have to monitor you on the CTG machine for about 1/2 an hour (I think) and laying in the bed is the most uncomfortable thing when you are having contractions. So once that was done I was up and walking the halls, walking around my room and then I got in a hot shower. I felt better when I was moving… I am pretty sure there was a phone call made to Trent around this point that may have been a little emotional because of how much pain I was in.
When I had left the labour ward room where I was on the CTG machine, the nurse told me to monitor my contractions and come back in around 1/2 an hour and tell her how many I was averaging in a 10 minute period. I got back and told her around 8-10 in 10 minutes. I am pretty sure she thought I was an idiot because she said “ah, no sweetie if you were having that many you would be screaming” – so she attached the monitor and sure enough 9 contractions in 10 minutes.
So they decided I needed an injection to calm that all down. Thankfully that worked.
Trent arrived just after that and it was just before lunch time and I was still labouring away with some pretty painful contractions. When he arrived I was due to be released from the CTG machine (woo hoo!) so I went for a walk with him to the cafeteria so he could eat some lunch. And he got so many bad looks from all the women eating their food, because here he was enjoying his meal while his very pregnant & clearly in labour wife waddled/paced around the table like a circling shark breathing like a crazy lady. I didn’t mind, walking was helping me feel better but to an outsider it probably looked liked he was some nasty husband who valued his appetite more than my comfort! It made us laugh a lot!
After Trent was full, I waddled back to my room for a shower. Hot water on my lower back was making me feel a lot better.
My sister arrived at this point, she is a midwife at this hospital so it was nice to have her there. She was able to explain things to me if I didn’t understand and also made sure everything that was happening was in my best interest.
Then it was time to head back around to the CTG machine to check how I was going. When we got there we were told to head on around to the delivery room, because it was time to get that delightful needle in my spine and then my waters would be broken.
I had spoken to my doctor during my pregnancy that I would want an epidural fairly early on. So he had kindly organised it before rupturing my waters. He was worried that once the waters were broken everything may intensify rather quickly and cause me a lot of pain. So I was very grateful that he knew I would prefer the epidural first…
Trent, Nikki and I headed into the labour ward, I put the gown on and we met my anaesthetist.
Funny story; while I was getting the epidural, the doctors phone rang and he asked Trent to answer it – they thought Trent was the anaesthetist. And Trent had to basically be the middle man between the operating theatre and the anaesthetist. We all had a laugh about it.
My water was broken around 2:30pm and synto was started to kick those contractions up a notch.
I was checked around 4:30pm and they said not much was happening and assumed I wouldn’t deliver until the following morning… I was super exhausted at this point and just wanted to sleep, so Nikki decided to head on home around 5pm.

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A little while after she left my best friend Kelsie came up to visit with LuLu, it was lovely to see them both. I got one last snuggle of my baby and she headed on off to home to have a sleep over with her little best friend. My mind was fully at ease knowing she was being so well cared for by someone I trust so much.
Around 7:45pm my OB came to check on me, we were not expecting anything to have progressed as the midwives kept saying that my contractions didn’t seem very consistent or strong… So we were very surprised when he looked down and exclaimed “Oh WOW I can see the baby, he’ll be here very soon”! He said he would give him a little time and come back in hour.
So after that I naturally touched up my makeup! (haha) but then I got super tired, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. And then I got nauseous and had to throw up and I couldn’t stop even with medication. I knew what was about to happen, the same thing happened just before I had Lucy.
The midwives checked and then quickly called for the doctor, who came in had a look and was absolutely blown away at how fast he had come down, he was scrambling to tuck his tie in and get gowned up. My vomiting was bringing the baby down very quickly.
I needed an episiotomy and the vacuum was used, but the birth was calm and silent and just how I hoped. Before we knew it he was here.
Tommy was born at 8:44pm on 14th of December 2016.
He was (still is) a tiny little man, weighing only 6pound 9.5ounces/3000grams. He was born with dark hair and was covered in fur. He was/is exactly how I dreamt my son would be.

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But his arrival was a little frightening. He came out with the cord very firmly around his neck and it was a short cord, he was very blue looking. He ended up needing to spend some time on the resus table. I have never felt so helpless or scared. I had just been through months of fearing for the wellbeing of this precious little baby because of my stupid body and the moment he should be in my arms he was metres from me being worked on. But thankfully my prayers were heard because not much later he was in my arms and snuggled in. (He was fine, but in the moment I was petrified, I have a video of the moment he is taken from he and my hands are shaking terribly.)
After getting stitches, baby being monitored, allowing myself to feel a bit better, trying to eat and having a shower – it was very late. So it was around midnight once I finally got back to my room on the ward. I was wrecked!
We made the decision that no one besides Nikki and Kelsie would be told he was here as there was a very important little lady that needed to meet her baby brother first before the rest of our world knew about him.
Trent returned home after midnight and I tried to get some sleep.
He came back up with Lucy the following morning and our girl was head over heels in love with her baby Tommy. As were we, he is so amazing.
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We then sent a group text out to every relative & friend that was dear to us. Nearly everyone responded wishing us well, except 2 people and a year on they are still yet to meet our son. A decision they’ve made.
We are so thankful to our amazing God for our precious son, he is the most sweetest little man and an absolute little charmer. Everyone who meets him can’t help but smile, he is an absolute sweetheart and my heart feels like it’s about to burst constantly because this boy, he just loves his Mumma! He is very small, but he is so determined and strong. He is so close to walking, he has started to talk and he adores his sister so much! He loves his trucks & cars and enjoys a cuddle.
His favourite foods are greek yoghurt and avocado, blueberries, roast chicken and boobie. (I am so proud to have been able to breastfeed for 1 year! We were worried that I wouldn’t be able to at all because of how sick I was. So it was all a just “see how it goes” scenario. Once again we smashed our milestones… 1 year on and still going strong!)

We are so proud of our little man. He completed us.
Happy Birthday Mr Wigglesworth, you are so very loved darling.

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I will love him unconditionally, And I’ll take the blame , And claim him every time, Yeah, y’all, he’s mine, I thank God, he’s mine. – Rodney Atkins.

Christmas bucket list 2017.

Hi friends!

I can’t believe we are just over a month away from Christmas!! My mind is blown… Our tree is up and most of our decorations are out… To get into the festive season even more I have jumped on board the “Christmas bucket list” band wagon… (Thanks Kelle Hampton for the inspiration!) 

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Yes, I am well aware I own wayyy to many christmas DVDs.
What is on your Christmas bucket list? What is the one thing you MUST do every festive season?
I would love to know, comment below or connect with me on social media!
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(I have a competition running to win a December Domestic Goddess box, to enter check out THIS POST!)
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Time out…

Hi friends…
Sorry for the silence, I took a week off, sometimes you need to do that.
Life is busy, like whirlwind full on nonstop busy! And I found I was spreading myself between one to many commitments and I couldn’t do any of them 100% and that just isn’t good for anyone and I was burning myself out, so I took a week off.
My main focus is always my family and everything comes 2nd to them – this week was a big one for our little family and I needed to focus 110% on that, (that will be discussed soon enough.)
But for now can I just say I am tired, like beyond tired. It has been an incredibly busy week, but it’s all slowing down – a few more days of fairly constant chaos and hopefully I’ll have more time to dive back into ModernWifeLife31.

For today’s blog post I just wanted to give some encouragement to any Mummas who maybe feeling worn out or like you have over committed. My advice is work out what is top priority to you. Your family, perhaps you work – so obviously that’s important, your health & general well being should be in your top 3 and whatever else that works for you – mentally make note of your top 3 important areas of life. Focus on them, if you are feeling spread to thin start saying no, drop some of the outside commitments. Our mental, emotional and general health are so important and if we are burning ourselves out, that will benefit no one. We will just exhaust and break ourselves. We must take care of ourselves in order to care for others. Remember this! This is crucial. Running ourselves into the ground so we are totally burnt out is no good, we need to stay strong and well so we can care for those we love… (Because honestly, being sick as a mum sucks and we don’t need that!) 
So say no, decline an invite, don’t volunteer for that extra project, ask for help, put something on hold, let something go for a short time – do whatever works for you to lessen the load on you.
If you are feeling burnt out, overwhelmed or just need to reset, check out this blog post full of great tips HERE.

We can’t do it all, we try to – I know… But sometimes something has to give before we give out completely. I’m sorry my little blog was the thing that needed to give – I promise I will be back in full force soon, but for now I am just taking a little break – life is chaos & my brain & body is just a bit tired.
If you have emailed or messaged me, I am working on replies – sorry I haven’t been as speedy as normal!
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Kmart Elf door GIVEAWAY

Hey friends!
Well, this weeks been a bit of a whirlwind… Last week I posted about finding an elf door at Kmart, that went viral (over 267,000 views on Facebook!)

Then the Daily Mail shared a post I wrote which you can read HERE… From that came an offer to be in a magazine & also a spot on a morning talk show… Yep – TV.
I am a tiny bit nervous about that, yes I make YouTube videos – but they aren’t live TV! So yes, it’s all exciting and when things are more confirmed I’ll let you know. And what does one wear for a TV appearance?? Help!!

The Daily Mail also shared another one of my article todays, kind of stretched what I said a bit in that one though, but that happens… You can read that one HERE but keep in mind what I actually wrote can be found HERE & HERE... (my child does watch TV occasionally, mainly animal DVDs (movies or documentaries) but I stand by disliking Peppa Pig!) 

To celebrate a great week & to thank you all for liking, sharing & always supporting me, I am hosting a giveaway on my Facebook and Instagram.
You could win yourself an elf door! I have 2 to giveaway, so make sure you enter on both Facebook & Instagram so you double your chance to win!

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So make sure you head on over & enter!!
Good luck!
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10 tiny & easy ways to turn a bad mood around. {For Mummas & kids!}

Breathe, it’s just a bad day – not a bad life.

Hey Mumma’s,
The other week I wrote a post that many of you really liked, on how to reset & remain happy as a Mumma – you can read it HERE…
Well today I thought I would do a similar post on how to turn around a bad day/mood, for kids & Mummas…

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We all have bad days… Maybe you just had a really bad nights sleep, maybe your child isn’t in the best mood or perhaps something is happening in your life that is pulling your mind to a negative place and that in turn makes you feel & act not so great… Know what I’m saying? Been there? When we are in bad moods, this impacts our entire home… The tone we have, is the tone set for our entire home – if Mumma ain’t happy, no one is happy…
So the trick in these situations is to catch ourselves… Maybe you’ve just overreacted to your child or you just can’t shake the bad mood, realise what is happening and make a conscious effort to turn it around…

Here are 10 tiny & easy ways to turn your mood &/or your kid’s around…

  • Step out of the room and breath… Just remove yourself for just a few moments and collect your thoughts and calm down. Teach your children to do this too, often if we are in the midst of a melt down I try to remind our daughter to take a deep breath and stop and calm down… Easier said than done to a nearly 4 year old, but it works sometimes… A breathing technique I get her to do is “smell the flower (big breath in) and blow out the candle (big breath out)”
  • Start the day again… We do this if our little love wakes up and is a bit grumpy. We take her back to bed, lay her down and make it fun and tell her to lay there and wake up happy… She almost always opens her eyes giggling.
  • Tickles… If that doesn’t work, tickles help break out the smiles!
  • Hugs… If you aren’t feeling great emotionally, tell your child. Say you are feeling a little down and need one of their big magic hugs to help you & your heart feel better… This also shows them that it is perfectly ok to say you aren’t ok and to ask for some help.
  • Teach your kids a joke… This always makes me laugh, teaching a preschooler a joke is hilarious, the most basic jokes crack them up and it’s even funnier if you teach it to them and then get them to repeat it Chinese whisper style to someone else in the house… It rarely comes out the way you taught it & that just adds to the humour!
  • Give massages… My little girl loves a massage & she also loves to give a massage! (*This is also a great Mum hack – lay down squirt some lotion into your kids hands and voila – free massage!)
  • Have a random treat… It maybe a special food treat or going somewhere special. But ice cream before lunch or dinner normally makes anyones bad mood disappear!
  • Get outside or get wet… The thing I’ve noticed with kids, if they are outside or in water they are normally always happier… The same applies for most people I think. So if a grumpy cloud is above everyone in your house, drag yourselves outside and enjoy some fresh air. Or if it’s warm enough, swim, play under the sprinkler or have a bubble bath…
  • Turn up the music and just dance… We did this the other day, it was just one of those really long days where time felt like it was moving at a snails pace… So I dug out my old CDs from high school, put them on and turned the music up super loud and we jumped, danced and laughed for over 2 hours! It was great.
  • Put your day on hold… Let your day go, spend the day reading books, watch a movie, colour in – do what you need to, to lift your spirits and your kids. Everyone occasionally needs a day off, the laundry will be ok if it is left for a day and getting take away for dinner will probably make everyone happy – so just take it easy and go with the flow…

Remember it is just a brief moment that isn’t positive – don’t dwell on a bad day or week.

I wrote this post last night, with the intention of making it live this morning… Well, wouldn’t you know it, today I was the person who needed this post. And you know what, I bloody suck at taking my own advice! For some reason today I just feel like I’m in a rut… Last night I was so full of motivation to have a wonderful & productive day today, I wrote a big to do list, I made plans & I was motivated… But people are mean, my camera broke & I just didn’t have a good sleep last night and I lost all motivation, to be honest today I’ve felt more down than I have felt in a very long time – sometimes it all adds up and weighs my heart & mind down. So friends, I’ll be honest, on most days something on this list usually can turn my day around – but today, nothing really did. And that is ok… Some days are meant to be bad & feeling down is ok… But I am determined for tomorrow to be a more pleasant & positive day… I am just reminding myself now as I finish up this post and sip my cider – it was only a bad day, that is all. Tonight I’ll go to bed and pray that tomorrow I will wake up with a refreshed mind, heart & outlook. But for now, the kids are asleep & I know it is ok to be a little down & just to feel it, it is so important to let the emotions come, pause & then leave. So if you are feeling down or for some reason today just sucked, I get it & I’m sending you a big hug. Tomorrow is a new day, wake up in the morning and don’t even think about today! x

I would love to know what your best tip for getting yourself or your kids out of a bad mood is?
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Why I blog | Bringing back blogging.

Hello friends,

I started writing this post about 2 weeks ago & got side tracked with THIS post idea, so now here I am revisiting this one…

I am going to answer a question today that I get asked very often, why?
Why do you blog?
Short answer, I love to write… I may not be the world’s greatest writer, but I love it and I could write for hours on topics that I love… I can lay in bed at night & think up some incredible posts and if I stupidly don’t write them down – I assure you are they are gone from my mind by morning… But I just really enjoy writing & I love to take photos, another thing I may not be overly perfect at – but it makes me so incredibly happy. And I love to share these 2… So blogging makes sense to me… When I started this blog I had the desire put on my heart to encourage & motivate other Mums, so ModernWifeLife31.com was born.

I have been blogging since February 2010 (on my original blog, Bella In Bindyland) – that is over 7 years of writing, uploading & sharing – I did take a year off when I had LuLu… But I’ve been in this blogging world for close to 8 years! (Actually I want to say before 2010, because back in the days of MSNspaces & Myspace I also dabbled in blog writing)
Back in 2010 blogging was different – the community was smaller, many people didn’t “understand it”, we most certainly didn’t get sent PR packages, we wrote real posts, we genuinely connected, social media was more limited and blogging most certainly wasn’t viewed as an attainable job for the average person, just yet.
I started blogging because I wanted to share my everyday. In 2009 my personal Facebook use to be full of posts summarising my days, so blogging to me was a natural progression…
(Fun fact; in 2009 I was regularly mocked & made fun of because I liked to post about cleaning my house & baking muffins – basically housewife stuff… So to those lovely ladies that made fun of me for “updating every time I picked up a spatula” –  what I did then, is now considered a job & I get to encourage women daily, something I love to do.) 
I was listening to a story on Instagram by Erin Morris the other day and she was talking about how much blogging has evolved in the past 6-7 years, it has gone from a small some what supportive community where sharing your story was encouraged, our posts were lengthy, full of feelings & had too many photos to now being essentially more of a business. (Erin has since written a post on this as well, check it out HERE)
I miss the old blogging, I love the new but I miss the old.
Sure, I 100% agree that being an “influencer”, “creator” or whatever term you wish to use – is an absolutely amazing choice of job if you can make it work… So I am not trying to discredit anyone for making this a job, heck that’s what I pretty much do. All I mean is I do miss reading genuine blogs, and instead of hearing what products they love (those posts are great though) I was getting to know them, I felt like I knew the person from the words they weaved together & the pictures that they sprinkled through out their post… Yes people do, do this to an extent on Instagram, microblogging is awesome, especially for busy people – I do it daily, but clicking on a website that tells someone story is so great – I remember losing hours scrolling through reading post after post on blogs & being inspired by people… I see social media as an edited version of someones existence, mine is intentionally curated.
In 2017 it is like the “raw” and “honest” blog posts (or social media posts) need to be somewhat vulgar or even humiliating to gain attention… That if a post doesn’t have that certain shock factor – it just gets looked over… Writing genuine, heartfelt words that you hope encourages others, is often not exciting enough or if you talk positively about life, you are mocked & called fake. Heck, I get this nonsense a lot – because I enjoy motherhood, being a wife & homemaker.
You know from reading my blog that I refuse to buy into the trend of vulgarity & humiliating my loved ones. I write my own truth. But occasionally I want to do more than that… I want to tell our stories too…  Occasionally. Or I don’t know, gosh I would love to… But it’s hard…
The reason I took a year off from blogging when I had LuLu is because I know how damn awful & hideous the internet can be & I wasn’t sure if I could continue putting myself out there, or mainly – my daughter. My skin is thick, but when you are a Mumma you want to protect your babies… Once you open yourself up to the internet and start publicly sharing your life – you are allowing every kind of person imaginable into your life & for them to have an opinion… Most are so incredibly amazing & kind and others, others you wouldn’t ever want to know. That is the reason I don’t really share images of our kids publicly online, people can be hideous.
In the past 12 hours (this was 2 weeks ago) I’ve read a blog by Sarah Jane & watched a video by Samantha Schurman – both of which have decided to take a step back from being “so online” in their own ways… And both posts resonated with me… I love sharing my life, I want to share it more – but gosh I am hesitant to. And somedays I want to shut the whole thing down & disappear.
It is incredibly hard to share when you are aware of not only the creeps that lurk on the internet, but even worse are the ones who know you personally and actually really dislike you and still stalk your sites and write awful things – those people, they suck! Joy suckers…
So that is where I am at, I would love to more often do the occasional personal post – full of feelings or over flowing with lovely photos… But right now I think I am happy writing encouraging posts & aiming to motivate you all.
So I ask you, what would you like to read more of? I have had an overwhelmingly positive response from my cleaning posts/videos and that makes me so happy – but I would love to know what else you would love to read? What type of content would you like to see on my social media accounts?
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