I'm not new to the blogging world. I started blogging a couple of years ago; I've read them even longer. A little over two months ago, I stepped away from blogging. Not just writing, but reading, commenting, basically anything to do with it.
I needed a break. I needed to re-evaluate.
That may seem a bit dramatic, but I think anyone familiar with the world of social media has felt it at some point. There is a perception of perfection that can cause some serious feelings of being less than, of being inadequate.
Many bloggers set standards of a picture perfect lifestyle. Anyone who blogs has been guilty of it at some point. We all edit ourselves to some degree when putting things out there in Internet Land. We pick and choose the parts of our lives we want people to see. As many blog posts as I've written in the past, I've never done a single post on the dirty dishes in my sink from last night, the laundry I haven't had time to do all week, how much I struggle some days, the anxiety, the OCD (an actual medicated disorder, not the it's-fun-to-say-I'm-a-little-OCD-because-I-like-to-be-organized kind), or any other things that could be looked at negatively.
The pressure to feel like I had to keep up, like I had to be a certain way, censor and edit myself to the point of not recognizing who I really even was on paper anymore - it all just become too much. And so I took a deep breath, stepped back, and decided that I was no longer going to let the world of blogging (or Twitter) have that affect on me.
I am embracing who I am, messy parts and all. I am holding myself to a standard of grace, not perfection.