One of my favorite sayings about blogging is by one of my favorite pastors:
Because chances are, and by chances I mean it’s 100% likely, that all of these incredible bloggers started with the same blank screen as I did when I began my blog in November of 2013 (and I didn’t really start consistently posting until February). If saying it in my head isn’t enough, I venture through their archives to read their very first posts as a reminder to get back to reality. It never fails to make me feel better. They started exactly as I did- a blank house, an empty blog, and a story to tell.
And the more I think about it, the more I realize I can’t be the only one with insecurities when it comes to interacting online. The average burnout rate for bloggers is 6 months. What?! That baffles me. But I can see it happening. Because where is the joy in blogging when we’re caught up in the comparison game?
Blogging should be about the joy of it after all. An outlet to share what you’re proud of. A space to grow as a person. A place to write about all of the things that really makes us human. And most of the time, we try to sugar coat it.
So, I’m cool with being imperfect. I’m okay with having my house that is no where close to the decor vision in my head because you know what? It will never be the vision in my head. I’m lucky enough to have a house. Period. And I’m so blessed to have all of you, my sweet readers, to keep me moving.
I will never be like any other blogger. I am me and they are them. I won’t have a blog as successful as someone else’s because success can be defined in so many ways. If I wake up in the morning thankful for what I have and what I do, that on its own is success.
I refuse to be insecure about the miniscule struggles that we worry about when it comes to others’ perceptions of ourselves, fear of failure, or figuring out this crazy world of home design (#firstworldproblems?). Because that’s not life.
At the end of my time, whether it is tomorrow or 100 years from now, I guarantee I won’t wish I worked harder or had more money or had more stuff in my house that will ultimately end up Lord-knows-where.
I’ll wish that I had stopped to appreciate God’s blessings instead of wishing for more. My home is beautiful because I actually have one.
Wishing and living for the future is no road to happiness, but the mindset I have today will count entirely more than a million tomorrows. So, sure, I’ll swoon over those gorgeous white kitchens, but in the end, I’m very thankful for mine even if it isn’t my style yet.
I’m not going to be a blogger who hits the delete button at the average burnout rate, because I’ve discovered an outlet where I can be me. And I’m incredibly grateful to all of you who keep motivating me just by leaving me a little encouragement. I blog about what makes me happy and what makes me me, and that is success all by itself.