Monday Bloody Monday

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...

..do three kids.


So far, it's not looking so good.

This. Is. Hard.

So, for now, let's focus on the sweetness of some pictures, shall we? And the fact that they don't appear to be screamers, biters, who drag their runny poopy diapers around their ankles and laugh, whilst I have a baby on my boob. Bad, morning.. we'll leave it at that.








I saw this somewhere and loved it. Be you, FIND you, and be happy with that. I think this is harder and more rare than it should be. I see so many girls struggling to have confidence and be themselves, and in turn just come across trying too hard. Trying too hard to be perfect, to be different, to be admired, to be creative, to be liked. In this search to find ourselves are we just replications of other people who we want to be, or wish we were more like? Just be what you are, whatever it is, and own it.

Not saying I am not like this, you are preaching to the choir. But I think the first step is realizing that replication and facades that come across individualistic don't lead to this being happy with who you have found that you are.