“I’m trying very hard not to connect with people right now.” — David

Writing has become more than a hobby, it has become therapeutic. What started out as a creative outlet, has turned into so much more. Here is the backstory: I work from home, which is great. I am a homebody by nature, which was fine until it wasn’t. I realized that I had very little human interaction, aside from the emails/calls/texts/etc. during working hours. I was getting bored and would spend my free time playing games on my phone. I mean hours, so much so my husband commented on me always being on my phone. WAKE UP CALL!!!

This is how my blog was born. I’ve always enjoyed writing, and wanted a way to share my stories, memories, and failures, ideas and local places, and recipes without the social media standards being applied. You know, the Facebook Vs. Reality standard? Where the mom posts the picture from Thanksgiving of everyone smiling and so happy with the tag “Thankful, Grateful, Blessed” and usually a hashtag about beautiful kids. But reality is she just got done yelling that if they don’t quit fighting and shut up and smile for pictures she is going to throw away their cell phones and Christmas is cancelled. We have ALL been in this picture. Let me tell you, the last family pictures we took….WWIII. My dad and sister were trying to be funny – they were NOT funny, I was a hormonal teenager – that’s my story and I’m sticking to it – and my mom just wanted matching outfit beach pictures and was the one screaming. It was terrible. But solidifies my point of the perfect perception that we place on our social media accounts.

I’m guilty of this too…..if you look through my pictures posted you will see adorable dogs – sleeping, playing, being silly – what you don’t see is the dog hair covering my floor, or the throw up piles that have to be cleaned up or the things that get chewed and destroyed. You will see my nephews being adorable, what I don’t post is when they have a meltdown and I have to put one in timeout for almost hitting me in the face with a football. You will see pictures of my house that are straight from a magazine, seriously. (Thanks Emily Guin – info below!). What you don’t see is that my kitchen island is always cluttered, the pillows on the floor for the dogs and the pile of boxes waiting to go down for trash day. So I needed a space with out these standards, self imposed or not. I needed a place to be able share the funny and good times, but also the super crappy, hard and sad times too. I mean come on, who has not had a day that was just a complete pile of shit? The kind of day where you wake up and it is gloomy (literally or not), and you just know it is going to be a no good, terrible bad day. Yeah, those days suck. We all go through things and not all of them are happy, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be able to share them or talk about them, does it?

So how do you handle these days? I mean it’s not like we are saying on Facebook. For me? I have to be in the most comfy clothes, I want to pile up on the couch under a fluffy blanket and veg out. I want my dogs and husband to be around, but my actual interaction with them is so limited I might as well be asleep. I disconnect so that I can recharge. Gloomy days are some of the worst, but we all have them. It can be one of my dogs kissing my nose or a funny video of my nephew or a sweet text from my mother in law that snap me back. Back to the present where things might be a big, steamy pile of cow dung (flies included for FREE!), but that small smile or laugh they bring to me reminds me it is not all bad. There are bad moments, but looking back on life the good out weighs the bad and for that, I am truly “thankful, grateful and blessed.”

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Author: Evyonke

Wife. Dog mom. Rescue dog advocate. Sports enthusiast.

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