...with blog envy. let me fill you in on a little secret. blogging is a selfish act. it's therapeutic. it's reflective. it's open. it's dangerously defining. i have come to love this friendly forum, however, feel a little raw knowing that other people actually do read these musings on occasion. because [my] life is not perfect [gasp]. and then i swoon over new fabulous finds for hours [namely here and here] and feel even less perfect. like my writing is inadequate and my stories painfully dull. but [thankfully] they remind me that their journey isn't all sunshine and rainbows [ahem houses that may as well be the summer issue of pottery barn, stay-at-home-moms stylish enough to land a major movie role and DIY projects pretty enough to be on HGTV] either. so, friends, this public service announcement is a plea of hope. may you find my dear diary debacles to be encouraging and energizing. not artificial and sanctimonious. thanks for coming along for the ride.
ps- i'm back tomorrow for a recap on an incredibly perfect weekend with my family. so all that stuff i just ranted about, forget it for a couple of days. the past seventy-two hours were seriously amazing. i am anxious to share!