Do I ever get mad, or have a bad day, or is life truly a bowl of cherries without a single pit?
I am asked that often, well not in those exact words, but more or less, which surprises me. Though when I think about it many of you know me only from my blog, and my blog tends to be on the happy side, that out of 2380 posts give or take the few regarding the Stinky Cat, my Brother Mat and the airport chaos, French Husband and the remote control, my dad's illness, having cancer, and Madame M. they are mostly carefree, painless (if you don't count that grammatical and spelling errors) and about the brocante.
Do I ever get mad, yes.
Do I ever have a bad day, yes.
Is life a bowl of cherries without the pits, no.
As my son Sacha said to me, "You aren't honest on your blog, because you only write about the good things."
In which I replied, "My blog is my personal space were I try to look at the days that have passed and put them in perspective. Where I make it my prayer to focus on the good and not dwell on the dark side. It isn't always easy, but it is my way of putting myself upright, encouraging myself that life is beautiful and not to be wasted on the mundane and difficulties that present themselves," Then I said to him, "You know Sacha considering all the crap that can happen while going through life I consider our lives fortunate, so I'd rather being thankful, inspirational, happy, than focus on your messy room, or my ankle that is really bothering me, or that most the people I love live 22 hours away by plane."
He looked at me and said he was sorry that he hadn't thought of it that way.
Though it made me think how defensive I was when he asked me, and then I thought about my blogging style for weeks on end, Sacha made me aware that maybe I should share things that I don't like, or at least admit it when I am not peachy keen, and that I do swear alot and not under my breath...
Then my Cousin Franca Bolla sent me a link to "The Bloggress" and I laughed and laughed at this woman's wicked humor, and felt envious on how she could be so honest about things and that in doing so made it inspirational in a way that I cannot. Gee, I cannot even say the "F" word on my blog let alone write how I could chop French Husband into bite size pieces when he gets all "French" in my face.
This post is to say that I am rethinking how I blog, and that I am very glad you are hear listening, and hope you stick around when I continue to look at the bright side and maybe swear a bit more in the next 2380 blog posts.
The above photo is from Natacha (she is having fun with my camera, and a fast learner!)