Total Transparency

My husband & I, out on the town with friends!

*deep breath* I promised “realness”, so realness is what y’all gonna get. I think, er, well I know that part of the reason why I drug my feet in starting this blog was a certain fear of mine. An insecurity, rather. A worry that YOU, you kind ma’am or sir, would judge me against societal expectations of a “religious person.” You know, because I was born, raised, and born-again into Christianity. I worry that you think I should talk and act a certain way… that I have to display perfection in order to pave a way for others… that I have to have opinions based on my faith & beliefs. Honestly, if you really know me or got to know me, you’d come to see that I love the Lord (with all my heart) but that I’m faaaaaaar from perfect. Far from that picture-perfect-Christ-follower. Is that even a thing?!? Prolly not.

shhhhhh… lean in, can you keep a secret? (says the girl writing it into her public blog)

I cuss ….. *SHOCK*

I enjoy alcoholic beverages *THE AUDACITY*

I sin on a daily (probably hourly) basis *GASP*

I know, friends… I know. What the heck am I even doing with my life?! Get it together. Or as one of mine & my husbands favorite TV shows would say, “figure it out!” (Letterkenny, Hulu. It’s a must watch.)

Sigh. So, as you can imagine, I hesitated in starting this public journal because [ good gravy ] y’all gonna find out some of the darker parts of me. You see, I didn’t want to just write about the good stuff, or the stuff that makes life look hunky-dory, but I also want to write about the stuff that makes me HUMAN! I want to feel like this is a place where I can hang up the masks that I have to put on for work and reveal my true self to you. I certainly don’t need another outlet in which I have to think to myself, “ya best behave!” I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking to be a total heathen. I just want to express myself in the way that I best know how. Through humor… and apparently, in run-on or imperfect sentences. Whatever. You get what I mean, I hope.

Here’s my wish though, and something I’m going to ask of you. Yes, you! I don’t think it’ll be asking TOO too much, but maybe it will be for some and that’s ok. It doesn’t hurt to ask. You can always excuse yourself from the post by finding the exit button at the top of your screen. I think I mentioned it in my first post, Numero Uno, that I’m not doing this blog for YOU. I’m writing here for me. A creative outlet that I hope, in turn, helps you or whoever else… but, ultimately, I’m doing this because I’ve always wanted to. It’s my selfish goal that I’ve finally decide to take head on… and so far, I’m loving it. My wish, my hope, my plea to you is simple, kind reader. Don’t think less of me if I write a review about a bomb margarita I tried at a local restaurant. Don’t shake your head at me if I drop a sentence-enhancer, or two. I know it’s not tasteful, and I certainly (well, probably) won’t be dropping any f-bombs… but I also don’t expect you to read these posts to your babies at night before bed, either. Don’t assume I’m any less qualified to complete my jobs (if you’re a client or parent that I work with) because of something you’ve read & possibly disagree with. I promise that despite my short comings, I’m pretty darn good at my job. MY CAREER. What I’ve been doing for ELEVEN years, now. Whew, I’m getting old. No, the good Lord knows, I’m not perfect at that either and I learn something new, week in & week out, but just promise me this… read it at your discretion. Read these posts knowing that this is my little corner of the web, and it’s no different than if I invited you over for coffee in my home. I’m letting y’all in. I’m talking to you freely, just like I would talk to my Momma or my Husband or my Bestie.

Yes, I am a Pediatric Occupational Therapy Assistant. Yes, I am a 3 year-old Preschool Teacher. Yes, I am the Children’s Department Coordinator at my beloved church. Yes, I run Bible studies. Yes, I am a Christian through and through. Yes, I love my Lord & Savior. Yes, I am a Momma to three. Yes, I am a faithful wife. Yes, I strive to be the best person I can be according to the Good Word. Yes, I miss the mark daily. Yes, I struggle to be Christ-like all the time. Yes, I lose my temper. Yes, I sin. Yes, I disappoint loved ones… a lot. Yes, I am real & imperfect. Yes, I drink an adult beverage a few times a week. Yes, I holler at my sweet babies when my patience is wearing thin. Yes, I go and karaoke even though that was certainly not a gift that sweet baby Jesus bestowed upon me. Yes, I love to have fun.

But most importantly? Yes, I am saved by Grace.

I serve a good and loving Father who takes me back each and every time I stray, and loves me harder than I deserve.

So, the approval I seek? I already have. No, He doesn’t like the ugly in me… but He’s working on me. Guess what? He’s likely working on you, too. Or maybe you don’t believe in Him, and you know what? That’s cool, too. If you ask me my opinion, everything good is because of God, but if you don’t believe that and you want to believe in something different or nothing at all? That’s you & that’s fine. Guess what? I would still, any day that ends in -y, be your close buddy. I will never bump you over the head with a Bible (because my Bible is in an app on my phone, and I pay too much money a month for my phone to be booping you on the head with it). Listen to this though, if you ever have questions and want to talk to someone who promises to never raise an eyebrow? Call me. Text me. Email me. Click on the link at the top that says “Holla” and do just that! Holler at me! It’s likely I won’t have all the answers, but I can find them for you or give you my best opinion. I can even hook you up with my mentors if it goes to that distance. Regardless, you’re covered.

When you’re here? You’re good. We’re good. I’m going to let YOU be YOU, & I’m just asking that you let me be… well, me.

Deuces, dudes.

Just doing me. Enjoying that AMAZING food at 2 Gals!!

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