I love photography and sharing pretty pictures and inspiring others…and sometimes my highlight reel becomes just a little too rosy, and people ask me how I do it all.
Well friends, I don’t.
Not even close.
Some days I struggle to get out of bed, and the kids yell at each other too much, and I yell at them too much, and I don’t want to talk to anyone, and I don’t even want to go to the baseball game.
Some days I can’t shake the anxiety, and I can’t push the weight of the world off my shoulders, and my stomach churns, and I just want to escape the trappings of my mind.
Some days prayer gets me nowhere, and I just want to go home, but I don’t even know where home is some days.
Some days are overwhelming and I crawl back into bed and hide under the covers and hope for a better tomorrow.
So when you look at my Instagrammed life, remember it’s just a collection of pretty pictures. And some days the action behind the scenes is more poop-brown than rosy.
And when you’re tempted to compare your whole life with a highlight reel of someone else, remember life is messy and crazy and wonderful and awful for everyone.