One day last week this is the outfit that I posted.
I had every intention of wearing this outfit longer than an hour.
But after I got home from running one errand I changed right into a tank top and boxer shorts and spent a majority of the day laying in bed, feeling quite miserable.
It was the farthest thing from cute or fashionable.
Honestly, the rest of the day was a pretty bad day, which you would have never known.
This is how I looked most of the day.
It made me think. I could be a little tricky on this blog of mine. I can share my outfit and share my instagram pic of my caramel frappacino and how happy it made me
(which is true, but only momentarily).
But I can leave out how really rough my day and week last week were.
Chris and I are in the middle of our fertility treatment.
I was at the doctor 7 days out of 10 last week.
I had my blood drawn each of those days, was giving myself shots every night, dealing with some rough side effects, and am in what feels like an incredibly long waiting game.
Overall that day I felt quite miserable, physically and emotionally.
I don't think there is anything wrong with sharing just the happy or the good of my life or anyone else's. That is enjoyable to read.
I love blogs that are all happy, and blogs that are all real, and ones that are a mix of the both.
You share what you want to share.
The lesson more for me is that you have no idea what some people are going through.
People whose blogs you read, people you see at the store or maybe even some of your friends.
Which makes me want to have a little more compassion and little more love for others.
Because I probably have no idea what hard things they are dealing with.
Plus it makes me feel a little better when I read certain blogs or look at certain instagram feeds.
I know no one's life is perfect, everyone has their stuff going on and life will always be a mix of good things and hard things, whether people decide to share it or not.