After reading my last post, I realized it sounded like my life is all peachy and perfect all the time. While I like to focus on the positive, I have to point out, of course, this is not the case.
I drink too much coffee. I bicker with Zac. I struggle with my weight. These are all things I'm not proud of, but they are part of me. And that's okay.
I came across a yogi recently named Rachel Brathen and I started following her on Instagram. She has very positive daily posts with inspiring pictures of her doing amazing yoga poses. She recently wrote something about not being perfect, although her posts often crafted an image of someone who was 'supremely happy', if you will. While I read her post, I still thought: "yea, but you've got it good-- you live in Aruba, you're beautiful, you travel for a living.. blah blah", but I knew in the back of my mind that of course I don't know this, I don't know her. I don't know how things are for Rachel. I just read her Instagram posts and lust after the thought of living in Aruba and traveling to Europe to put on yoga tutorials. But that's not the life I want. I want my life.
I want to wake up at 6 in the morning to my smiling (and sometimes crying) baby boy. I want to bicker and be with Zac. I want to eat gourmet food and do yoga and boot camp to lose my pregnancy weight. Because this is the life I choose, and I love. And sometimes in our envy filled world, it's important to stand back and pinch ourselves. Because damn, if your attitude is just right, and your decisions are your own, we've got it pretty damn good, wouldn't you say?
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