A Beautiful Disaster


I’ve always entertained the idea of entering the blog world, but I never actually took it seriously until recently. I, like so many others, wondered “What the heck am I going to write about” and most importantly, “Why on earth would anyone care to read what I have to say.” I’ve always thought to myself, “If Barbara Sue in Idaho, with the 8,000 cats can start one AND maintain thousands of followers, then why the heck couldn’t I?! So, here I am…
The other day, I was chatting with my lovely neighbors over a couple bottles of wine when my most recent business idea came up- (more on this later. And No, I’m not going to hold you hostage and beg you to join my “team” all while blowing up your FB feeds with oils, protein shakes and skin creams). Anyhow, my friend was suggesting that I finally start my blog, while her husband, Mr. Computer tech, went on about IP addresses and web traffic. At this point I started to zone out- partly because of the wine & partly because it was getting dark and I knew I had to drive my daughters’ power wheel Jeep home. Regardless, the last thing I needed was to get a DUI in a Barbie car.
Once home, the one thing that resonated was, once again, this Blog thing. I’m a super over-thinker, so once I get an idea in my head, it’s on, & on & on.. I was about to go to bed when a random phrase popped into my head. I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget and off to bed I went.
“The Risk of Reality” That’s what I wrote. Why, I couldn’t tell you, but one thing I knew, I loved it! So much, that I bought the domain, started the TM process and now, here I am…

Sitting in the car pool lane, & still over-thinking, I googled the definition of Reality- “The state of things as they actually exist, rather than as they may appear or might be imagined.” In our society today, everyone lives in one big Instagram filter. There’s a “Risk of Reality”. I admit, I’m just as guilty as the next of cropping out that larger than life arm in a pic, or smoothing out a little under-eye bag here and there, but I have 3 little girls to raise. I want them to be better than me & I want them to know they’re beautiful, smart and fabulous-flaws and all.