You Won't Catch Me Faking Perfection

This thing happened last night that hasn't happened in a while.  I burst into tears. I don't know where it came from, but I just...broke down and started crying like crazy. I read this blog post today by some blogger with a zillion followers. I'll preface this by saying, I liked it.  I really did enjoy it and I think that it's beneficial for bloggers and blog readers to read it. She outlines how blogs are life "edited."  She explains that if you think that, as bloggers, our lives appear picture perfect you're completely wrong. That it's just an illusion that we all have clean homes with perfect husbands, and kids that always do what their told.  Well, I don't have kiddies or a husband or even anything remotely close to a relationship at all so that stuff doesn't really apply here...but I don't like to make it look like I'm perfect...I'm so far from perfect...so, I won't be editing my life. I might not say EVERYTHING that happens in my life, I know what things are better left unsaid, but I'm going to be real. I don't try to look put together when I'm not.  I'm a mess. I'm 20 years old for heaven's sake! Nothing goes right for me. There are a thousand catalysts that are constantly in motion. At any moment something can just explode and life isn't quite what it it's supposed to be.  You know what, actually it is supposed to be a mess!That's just part of life and growing up. 

Chances are, I'll write about it when all the messy stuff happens par example: Yesterday I left my dance class.  It's really far away from my dorms. It's literally on the other side of campus. I got half way back to my dorms and realized my rebel card (aka meal card and room key) wasn't in my pocket. So of course, I assume I left it in the dance studio.  I booked it back to the studio, which was locked.  I had to beg someone to open it up for me. Of course, the card is no where to be found and I'm freaking out, but I have no choice but to just leave the studio and contemplate how I was going to pay for a new card with no money. After I checked and double checked all the obvious places, my waistband, and my bra, I kind of felt something weird in my shoe...I slid it off and...

Dis my life...

 This blog is real life 100% of the time. You won't catch me faking perfection. I won't pretend I'm some pro DIY-er or chef. I don't know everything about going to college or clipping coupons.

That's not to say sometimes things don't go right and actually look pretty perfect, because sometimes they are, but if it's not, you'll know. Real talk. Every time...