I reminded a friend the other day of something that perhaps only a blogger can understand: blogs don’t show the complete reality of life. People don’t often post about folding laundry and wiping the table twelve times a day and trying to cajole their kids into putting on their socks and shoes, although I’m convinced these are things every person, blogger or not, deals with. I used to think that maybe people were trying to show off through their blog posts and act like their lives were somehow more perfect than others’ lives. I understand now that it’s not a disguise bloggers wear, rather what we choose to focus on are the things that bring us emotion: feelings of joy, accomplishment, peace, love, and sometimes disappointment. For me, blogging about the blessings of a day remind me that there were in fact blessings in between the tantrum and the wrestling match and the juice spilled on the shirt just before family pictures and the harsh words spoken by someone cranky and overwhelmed with life. To process my day through my writing and my photography is to bring me back home; it is to realize what is important and to let the chaff fall away from the day. It’s a haven of sorts from real life, although the best moments of real life comprise it. It’s not an attempt to deny reality, rather to see it through different eyes and to learn a new perspective or a more positive attitude in the reflecting.
I do want my scrapbooks to show reality, so I’m trying to use my 5Photos project to reflect the everyday life around here. The new crockpot I’ve used four times this week (thanks so crockpot365 and her new cookbook! Love it!), the craziness of the boys goofing around (they’ve been so wild this week…does rainy weather always do this to kids? I don’t know.), the Spring that is showing up in our backyard, the reappearance of the fine arts in the house this week, the self portrait of Ellie and I from my computer’s camera, because on Saturday night I realized I’d forgotten to take a s.p. that week. I’m missing my longer computer times lately, when I can mull over the days and edit the photos and share from the heart. But as is the rhythm in life, some weeks and months are more full of stuff than others. Someday my house will be quiet and I’ll miss it all, so I’m trying to enjoy it while I can.