The sky is the limit {Fashion}

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Since I was a little girl, I had a passion to share my life with others. My mom took me to my very first cheer camp when I was 10 years old and I remember meeting a girl there that hid behind her mother for the entire camp. I remember watching her be timid and quiet. She didn’t need to be friends with anyone. She just wanted her mother. I observed her for a while and thought to myself, ‘I’m going to be like her!’ So I pretended to be shy and introverted… until 30 seconds went by and I couldn’t do it anymore! I was bursting at the seams.

I often think about that experience and wonder why some of us are designed to be a certain way and yet, others can be so entirely opposite. The human mind truly is such a mystery. Although, I know we are born with our own soul, therefore giving us these specific personalities. I also think our upbringing and the things that happen to us while growing up, can shape how we act and think. My mother and father divorced when I was 3 years old, but my father was still very much involved in my life. I should mention I was the younger of 8 siblings. We had a happy and hectic home. My mom was a warrior and us siblings were inseparable. My mom remarried when I was 8 and we moved to Idaho where we become family with 6 other siblings. Being one of 14 can bring it’s challenges. My parents tried to juggle their life to spent time with all of us, all while running a business. Back then I didn’t realize it, but I see it now. Jeff has been really great at being my ‘therapy’ since we’ve been married. He’s been helping me figure out all my crazy thoughts and feelings. I’ve learned a lot about myself these last 5 years of marriage. Throughout my entire life, I overcompensated for the diluted time I received from my parents, by trying to be friends with everyone I came in contact with. I yearned for personal time and love. I wanted to share my thoughts, my feelings, my ideas, and my love. It’s been this way since I can remember. I tell you that because I think it’s important to know. I’ve never been shy or scared about sharing my life. I’ve always wanted to. Many people I come into contact with don’t understand how I could expose my entire life to the virtual world. Even some family members don’t understand it, but isn’t that the beauty of it all. They don’t desire to share their life. They have passions and gifts of different nature. This world would be so boring if we understood each other and our passions.

When I started blogging, it was simply to keep a ‘family blog’, like all my other sisters had, to stay in touch with our families. I don’t think I got a week into it before I was writing random dumb blog posts about things I thought were funny like OVER PRICED CHERRIES or THE PORK ROAST FROM HELL.. When I became a Labor and Delivery Nurse, my blog became an outlet to write my feelings that I couldn’t understand. Feelings from difficult experiences. Like THIS POST and THIS POST and THIS POST.  From there, I started posting about anything and everything. I wanted to share my life and random things I did like this Knotted Bedding and DIY tile and little girl hairstyles. I loved to sit and write my feelings about life past and present like being exceptional and life and love and my labor story and posts about my kids and real mom moments.  And, let’s not forget all the fitness I throw in there too. Like Paleo and my first pull ups and our CrossFit garage gym and having a fit pregnancy  and mommy weight lose.

See, when I started this blog, it wasn’t so I could dub myself a ‘fitness’ or ‘fashion’ blogger. I just wanted to write. Whether anyone wanted to read it or not. I just WANT to write. Since my first blog conference last January, I have had a few difficult moments trying to ‘categorize’ this little blog of mine. When you can see it’s quite clear that you can’t categorize my blog. I blog to share MY LIFE. Every single part of it. People get confused sometimes because I think blogging now a days has become so stream-lined or at least it can seem that way. I am guilty of this as well. Yes, I do write a sponsored post here and there, but I always strive to make those personable. Truthfully, I am proud of those posts. It is an unbelievable blessing to be able to quit my job and now stay at home with my precious children. Just because it says, this is a sponsored post, doesn’t mean I’m not still sharing my life and experiences. I don’t want you to think I am writing this post because of a particular experience or situation with a reader. This really was for me. To write out my feelings. I am a people-pleaser to the umpteenth degree and when I gain new readers because of my fitness posts, I worry that they will be confused when I write about interior design or my kids.

My blog might not ‘make sense’, but who said it has to make sense. It’s a blog about my life. When I started posting my fashion posts, I was extremely hesitant. I’m a 26 year old mother of 2 with stretch marks, acne scars, wrinkles under my eyes, and lines on my forehead from the everyday weight of motherhood. But, why not. I’ve never been the kind of person to not do something just because it’s random and doesn’t make sense. I think that’s why I wanted to write about this blog on this particular blog post. Because posting pictures of me frolicking through the fields of Park City doesn’t make sense you guys! Life isn’t meant to make sense. Who the HELL cares if I want to blog about a funky fun outfit? (did I just say hell?……) calm down Sadie. Keep it together.

 I write about everything because I want to share my life. (I know I’ve said that like 10 times already) BUT, I also have found a new desire within this last year and a half. A desire to INSPIRE. Inspire women and mothers. OH, if you only knew how much I wish you all knew the potential you all have. I mean, I think by being true to myself all these years and writing about what I want, I’ve hopefully been able to inspire women just to be themselves. And if that means posting pictures of you frolicking through a field…then gurl, you get it!

 Without getting too long windy…….

I guess all I am trying to say is…be you. Don’t worry whose reading or watching.

The sky is the limit.


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