So obviously I have neglected this blog for quite some time. I have noticed that I have wanted to start writing more on my instagram feed but who really wants a paragraph (or two) to read as they scroll through? I know I don't enjoy it so I doubt you really want to read mine either. So here I am. Back at the ole keyboard with thoughts scurrying around this little brain and big heart of mine. Now I never promised to be an actual good writer. I am not good at the grammatical stuff and I really don't care either. I just know that sometimes words are the only way that I can get out whats in my heart and mind. So here I am. Here I am. And you know whats great? The fact that if you are actually reading this (still) then you actually want to read it. It wasn't forced upon your feed. You chose to come here. So, thank you. Even if its just one of you. Or even if its just me. I'll just thank myself. Thank you Misty for being here.
I wanted to talk to you about something. I have a problem. Thats the first step right? Admit you have a problem. I am a major perfectionist when it comes to my images online. I absolutely hate that you can't edit after you post a photo on Instagram. Because more times than I would like to admit, I erase and then reedit. And sometimes I just give up. Yes I care about likes (who doesn't?) but really I care more about how I feel about the image. I want it to reflect who I am. Because God knows I am PERFECT. Oh shit, I forgot- I am the girl with the messy car and the girl who cusses too much in front of her children. It's true, they have asked me to hold my tongue. So I am trying. TRYING. Obviously I am far from perfect. And so why in the world would I expect my work to be perfect? I need to be a bit kinder to myself and my presence online. Somedays I wish I could go back to 1997 without a phone and without the internet (with the exception of Prodigy in my Dads office that we would just sit there and say what the crap is that?). Somedays I just wish I could forget about who likes what and who follows who. Most days (at some point) I wish I could throw my phone in the river. And I guess I could. But then I would miss out on the gift of being able to share my art (literally) with the world. And being able to fall in love with so many people who create and love well every single day. It's like the famous U2 song: I can't live with you, I can't live without you. So I guess somehow, someday I will learn to live in the in between. Until then, I will just keep admitting that I have a problem. Hi, I am Misty and I am a perfectionist.
And here is the photo that I was trying to post today but (like my friend MPJ sings) "I just can't get it right." But, in all reality, it already was right. Before the editing, before the post. Straight out of camera was as right as right can be. Because it was real and honest and beautiful. So happy Friday to each of you and here's to trying to be a bit less perfect along the way.
Happy Birthday sweet Nash! I loved watching you enjoy this cake and meeting your amazing parents.
