Because I'm not sure you would.
And that's not your fault.
Here on my blog, my Instagram page or even on my scrapbook/Project Life pages, I tend not to go too deep with my thoughts and feelings. Everything tends to be a 'this is what I did and when' show and tell scenario. Which is fine. But there's always been something within me that feels I want to delve deeper. To be more real. This is especially the case with how I approach my memory-keeping. Journaling for me tends to be a bit of an afterthought or, dare I say it, a chore. It's the thing I always leave for last because it's the thing I enjoy the least. How did that even happen? I love writing. Or, at least, I used to. But you wouldn't know that from reading my blog or my scrapbook pages. And I think that's a dreadful shame.
Over the last week or so, I've had what you might call a bit of a relevation. And that's all thanks to Laura Kurz's class for Studio Calico, Pen & Paper. Laura has helped me to reconnect with the author within me and fall back in love with writing. And I am so grateful for that. Yesterday, I created my first traditional scrapbook page with meaningful, heartful journaling for the first time in years. And you know what? I think it's my favourite page I've ever made. It's not technically brilliant. It's not particularly artsy. But looking at the photo I chose alongside reading the words I crafted tells a story that is very dear to my heart in a way that will be so special for years to come. And it feels good, my friends!
But it doesn't just stop there. I want to have that feel on my blog here, too. I want this to be a place that's more than just a place to share my projects and host giveaways for you, although I'll still be doing those things.
So, without further ado, let me introduce you to a new series that I'm starting here on the blog...
Get Real will be an opportunity for me to tell real stories about me and my life here on the blog. It won't always be serious. It might sometimes be short. But the stories I tell will be me. The stories I tell will be real. And I'm really excited about that.
To kick things off, I'd like to share with you something I wrote one evening last week and then shared on the Pen & Paper message board. It is the first part of a story about a day that turned out to be one of the most memorable days of my life...
I stir from my sleep with a heavy feeling. Today is Wednesday. I hate Wednesdays. It's my longest day at work and still so far from being the weekend. Following my waking ritual, I roll over and look at my phone. It is some time before 6am and so I have a little time before I need to get up for work.
There's a missed call from the one person from whom I have been waiting to hear. That can only mean one thing. Today is going to be no ordinary Wednesday.
I have been waiting for this call for a few days now. Since the 11th of July, I have prayed to receive this call and every day that has gone by has brought with it a sense of disappointment. Not today. Not yet. Maybe tomorrow?
The call was logged some time after 11.00pm last night. I have slept the entire night in blissful ignorance. A sense of annoyance rises up in me. How could I have missed this?
I press the callback button, my fingers shaking ever so slightly. There is no answer. I immediately send a text explaining how I'd been asleep, all the while getting crosser and crosser that I should have been having the conversation last night. Suddenly, I am faced with a strange dilemma. I am desperate for the toilet but I don't want to leave the room! I compromise…I take the phone with me!
A text comes through a few minutes later. “Can't talk at the moment...I'll try within 30 minutes,” it reads. Thus begins one of the most agonising waits of my life. Every second seems like a minute, every minute an hour. I try to go on with my morning as normal but my thoughts are consumed of what news will await me on the other end of the phone.
Closer to about 7.15am, the phone rings. That familiar sound that usually inspires a sigh before I see who's calling. Not so today. My heart is pounding as I swipe my finger across the screen.
“Hello?” I answer in a questioning tone, despite the fact that I know very well who is calling and what he is calling to say. The familiar voice of my brother on the other end of the phone responds with a casual greeting. Definitely not the greeting that I would expect on such an occasion. But this is Daniel, after all. He does like to play jokes by feigning ignorance or indifference.
“Have you got some news for me?” I ask, timidly.
In the next sentence he tells me what I have been waiting months to hear. I'm an auntie.
The rest of the morning is spent in a hazy dream-like state. Despite the fact that I am still not allowed to know the gender of the baby (not until I meet him or her face-to-face), I am almost unbearably excited. I am an auntie.
This is no ordinary Wednesday. This is the most exciting Wednesday in the history of Wednesdays.
I hope Get Real is something that you can get excited about as well...I'm pleased to have an opportunity for you all to get to know me a bit better! If there's anything in particular you would like to know, please leave me a comment or send me an email! And be sure to check back here later in the week...I'll be sharing that scrapbook layout I mentioned earlier.