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Beautiful.

I LOVE all of the ugly beautiful truths so much... I'm inspired to paint - and I'm going to race after that feeling. Keep sharing...

GO!

More ugly beautiful truth.

I didn't know that the Ugly Beautiful Truths would be so cathartic. Like a big exhale. Like a glass of wine at the end of a hard day. It was accidental but I totally love it when that kind of thing happens. I love seeing the little + big things that make us different but similar. That's beautiful. I LOVE knowing I'm not the only one delinquent at sheet washing. I also really LOVE the mama who came clean about listening to the Justin Beiber CD on the sly because I WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT.

I usually post in the mornings, but after a long day I am sitting at my desk with a glass of red wine and more truth on my mind. Okay, I might have moody violin music on in the background, too. But, that's how I roll when I'm in the mood to have conversations with my authentic self. Tonight, I'm starting with three more truths...

1. I lost my temper at dinner tonight and threatened to take Penn's soother away (which was two floors away) because she wouldn't eat her dinner. And then I HAD TO because she didn't take my bait. Uncalled for. I bullied a toddler. Not cool.
2. I ate an entire dark chocolate bar today and that's ridiculous considering my post-baby belly causes me to feel kind of yucked out.
3. I feel left out of the relationship the girls have with Dan... but totally get that THEY NEED HIM and all he represents so I pull away. He can impact three futures of relationships and they need him more than I do. I tell myself that.

And that TOTALLY gives me an idea for a painting.

If you didn't share last post - I totally encourage you to try it.

Ugly beautiful truths.

Sometimes the truth isn't beautiful. Sometimes there's beautiful in the truth. In an effort to keep-it-real I am encouraging you to share 3 ugly truths so we might find beauty in being honest. I'll get the ball rolling...

1. I write thank-you cards and letters, but never get to the mailbox to send them. I often REwrite the thank you cards and letters... and still never them to the mailbox and I am ashamed.

2. I feel the pressure to keep-up-with-the-internet's bloggers + crafters + artists and that causes me panic and distress coupled with feelings of inadequacy.

3. I only wash the sheets once a month. IF I remember.