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Hello Lovelies...
Writing from the heart...am I the only one who struggles with connecting emotions to words on paper? I'm certain that I'm not, and yet even as I'm typing this I'm trying to rephrase that last sentence to more accurately describe the thoughts that I am trying to convey.
My favorite literature tends to be autobiographies that as I often say, are written 'candidly'. Nothing but the brutal, embarrassing truth put out there for the world to dissect and judge. Sometimes just knowing that someone else out there has the same obscure thoughts, feelings, and/or insecurities is enough to give me that much-needed boost of support during a difficult time. Yet as much as I recognize and respect this style of writing, when I try to write with that same frame of mind I still find myself subconsciously censoring and distorting my own words; my thoughts suddenly become jumbled and contorted when I see them spelled out, in front of me.
When this blog reached it's peak of web traffic I searched through the stats that were poured in front of me and took notice that the most viewed posts were born of search words such as 'sexy tattoo', 'cute outfits', or the very best - 'car mustache' (it's true - Urban Outfitters, I may come after you someday to claim my royalties). I had poured my heart into every single aspect of this blog and I expected each and every viewer to understand that everything I posted had a much more significant and deeper meaning than what was portrayed by an image or text alone. Eventually I accepted the fact that I wasn't delivering the message that I had intended - to bring people comfort.
And so here I am, recharged and wanting to spread the love. I learned long ago that I am this very imperfect sort of woman. We're all imperfect and have so much to learn from each other, and we're all trying to figure out this complicated life together. Hopefully this blog can serve as a source of support along your journey.
xo
Lindsay
My favorite literature tends to be autobiographies that as I often say, are written 'candidly'. Nothing but the brutal, embarrassing truth put out there for the world to dissect and judge. Sometimes just knowing that someone else out there has the same obscure thoughts, feelings, and/or insecurities is enough to give me that much-needed boost of support during a difficult time. Yet as much as I recognize and respect this style of writing, when I try to write with that same frame of mind I still find myself subconsciously censoring and distorting my own words; my thoughts suddenly become jumbled and contorted when I see them spelled out, in front of me.
When this blog reached it's peak of web traffic I searched through the stats that were poured in front of me and took notice that the most viewed posts were born of search words such as 'sexy tattoo', 'cute outfits', or the very best - 'car mustache' (it's true - Urban Outfitters, I may come after you someday to claim my royalties). I had poured my heart into every single aspect of this blog and I expected each and every viewer to understand that everything I posted had a much more significant and deeper meaning than what was portrayed by an image or text alone. Eventually I accepted the fact that I wasn't delivering the message that I had intended - to bring people comfort.
And so here I am, recharged and wanting to spread the love. I learned long ago that I am this very imperfect sort of woman. We're all imperfect and have so much to learn from each other, and we're all trying to figure out this complicated life together. Hopefully this blog can serve as a source of support along your journey.
xo
Lindsay
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