I am not ideal.
I do not have a perfect life -
or marriage (and especially not a perfect blog.)
I don't spend all my days taking pictures of myself in cute outfits,
Most days I feel like I don't have any cute outfits.
I get home too tired to cook almost every day of the week,
and I redecorate my house on a monthly - maybe weekly basis
because I never really feel satisfied with it.
I can't decide what I want to be...
Some days I think a designer - some days an author - some days a mom.
Most of the time I am just happy that I am a wife.
That I am surviving.
It is easy to get frustrated,
to feel like you are failing at everything, but - -
I would like to do this with as much failure as possible.
I would like to peel this life slowly and surely.
I would like to see what is inside this girl.