Sometimes when I’m reading other people’s blogs, I get the impression that I’m the only person who can’t keep it together 24/7. You know, you see people with their beautifully decorated houses, clean floors, freshly baked food, and smiling children. Of course it is easy to post all the lovely parts of our lives, but I wouldn’t want to give you the false impression that my life is perfect.
So, in the name of being honest and real, this is what my kitchen looks like at this exact moment:
OK, it looked like that until I got embarrassed about posting this picture and then I promptly emptied the dishwasher and cleaned up this crazy mess. Just being real.
I used to be an insane perfectionist. Now I guess you could call me a recovering perfectionist. I still like things to be in order, but loving those around me is more important. And that often means not stressing over the details. Like a messy kitchen. Or when something I’m cooking turns out to be a flop. Or when my baby won’t take a single nap during the day.
Ultimately, those things don’t matter. I think it is hugely important to keep my home well, but it is more important that I keep my family happy. If I serve a tasty meal but ruin the atmosphere by being a huge grump, what good is that? As much as I talk about cooking, baking, decorating, cleaning, and overall homemaking, I hope that my goal is first and foremost to keep my own heart in order, so that my home may be a joyful and peaceful place. Even when my kitchen is a disaster.