Good morning, lovely hoomans.
“A picture is worth a thousand words.”
Have you heard that before? Me too. I think it’s a misleading phrase. A picture most definitely says a lot, but it says whatever the creator wants it to say. The end result is a manipulation of the perspective of the viewer. We want pictures to look flawless and bright and professional. There’s nothing wrong with that, but if we fail to share the messy details of life, along with the polished parts, we lose a realness that everyone needs to see. We’re still human. We’re still obnoxiously human. As a blogger, it’s easy to make life look shiny and picturesque, but today, you get the whole, messy story.
Linking up with Meg.
Maybe 5 minutes before this was taken, I stumbled across the finish line, ugly cried, and then felt super shaky and giddy at the same time. Post-race feels are always a mixed basket. I had butt sweat and face sweat and elbow sweat, even though it was an icy 20° F. Also, it’s important to note that I ran the entire half marathon behind a man wearing a bright yellow kilt. The smile was for him. Kilted man, you are my inspiration.
I wondered if the super sweet lady would card me and my sisters. She definitely did, which meant that my sisters got to try the fancy, local berry wine, and I got to watch. Womp.
I spent a good three minutes finding the most ginormous apple to purchase. Size is everything when it comes to fruit. Let’s be real, the bigger the better.
My sisters and I found a farmer’s market in the area which was super cute. At said market, there was a man walking around the area where we were sitting counting handfuls of loose bills. Suspicious, right? He then made some concerning comments, one of them being, “I wish I could come home with you.” Nope nope nope.
I like fancy green organic things as much as the next health nerd, but I can’t afford them. I refuse to dish out $7 for three leaves of kale. I don’t care if you sang to it and grew it with love and spritzed it with holy water. That’s too much for kale.
All I did was eat this weekend. Well, eat and watch The Great British Baking Show, which is basically watching other people eat. Saturday afternoon, I found this incredible cookie. You know you’ve found a winner when the chocolate to cookie ratio is 5:1. Sunday night, I ate half a loaf of homemade soda bread.
And if we’re being still being real, I should tell you that I procrastinated almost every “to do” on my list. Which means that if I wrote an actual list of completed tasks for my Week in Review, it would be painfully pitiful because my biggest accomplishment was fitting an entire half loaf of bread in my currently aching tum.
But that’s how life looks sometimes, and I’m learning that it’s okay.
Happy Monday, friends. Be a little extra real today. It’s refreshing.
So tell me…
How did last week go?
One “real” thing that happened in the past few days.