I have a confession to make.
Well, a few actually. But the first is I’ve spent the better part of this week in a post-vacation funk. Does that ever happen to you? You spend a week in tropical bliss – away from the stresses of your daily life – only to return & have it all come crashing back down on you? Surely I’m not alone in this. Well today, I’ve made a decision to pull myself out of the funk. I’m back to blogging today because writing always makes me feel better & I’m choosing to let go of the “everyone else’s recap is already so much better than yours is going to be so why bother” mentality that has been stifling me & keeping me from writing this post.
Let me backtrack…A couple of weeks ago Kes & I attended BlogPodium. Our first blogger conference. And it was amazing.
We had the incredible opportunity to be in a room with 250 like-minded, design and lifestyle bloggers, brand representatives & sponsors.
We got to listen to keynote speaker Sarah Richardson share her amazing and inspiring story.
We took home so many valuable insights from the seminars we attended, not to mention one of the most awesome giveaways (Thanks Home Depot Canada & Ryobi)!
I got to finally come face to face with Alex, Becky, Thalita & Danica – just a few of the fantastic ladies that I’ve had the pleasure of sharing the twitterverse with in the weeks leading up to the conference. We also connected with so many new friends that I look forward to sharing our little corner of the internet with in the future.
But here’s the the thing. As exciting as it was to go to BlogPodium to meet & connect with everyone, there’s a part of me that left the Hyatt even more intimidated than I felt going in.
Funny. I had our business cards all ready & outfits prepared, but I was’t prepared for that. When the ‘high’ subsides & the self doubt sets in. It’s amazing how you can be surrounded by so many inspiring and motivating people, and yet still have that nagging part of you that doesn’t believe you’re really ‘good enough’ to be one of them.
In one of the seminars I attended (From Blog to Business), Lifestyle Blogger Stephanie Sterjovski said something that stuck with me…
Comparison is the thief of joy
Six simple words. But when she said them I found myself mentally screaming “YES” but also internally berating myself because I am the worst offender of it. I often find myself reading other blogs & thinking “Man she’s so funny. I wish I could write like that” or “Wow, that’s incredible! I wish I could take on a project like that” or the absolute worst “Another post today?? How do they find the time to post so often?? I haven’t blogged in over a week. I suck!”
But one of the things attending BlogPodium helped me remember & what I reminded myself of today was that we started this blog to document our journey. To have a chronicle to be able to look back on when all is said & done so we’d remember the good, the bad, the ugly, the blood sweat & tears that went in to us carving out our Dream. And looking back thus far I’ve only really given the Coles Notes, magazine edit, rainbows & puppies & butterflies version of what it’s like to go through a major renovation while trying to juggle being a parent, holding down a successful full time job & living with your parents. We’ve censored a whole lot of the story for fear of ‘how it might look’ to the world or ‘what people might think.’ But this is supposed to be our story. So who am I competing with?!
That stops today.
Building a house is hard. It’s stressful. It’s frustrating. And a lot of the time it moves SLOOW. Like molasses slow. Or in the case of our windows, cold peanut butter slow.
So if I don’t have much to post one week because we’re smack dab in the middle of yet another delay, that’s ok! I shouldn’t have to feel bad about it.
And if I want to write that my parents are driving me crazy I should be able to do so without having to worry about hurting feelings. Because it’s a part of our reality sometimes. And it doesn’t mean we don’t love them or aren’t thankful for all they do. God knows I’m sure there are days that we drive them nuts too. And that’s ok.
And if it takes me 3 days to write one post because I don’t sit down to start writing until after my 4 year old goes to bed and pass out underneath my laptop during the first two days’ attempts, then frig! It doesn’t mean I’m a bad blogger. It just means I’m human.
That’s real life. That’s our narrative.
And that’s what The Dreamhouse Project is really about.
Ish just got real up in here…