Back when I was a leggy, awkward teenager I had the idea fixated in my head that I had to be perfect. And if there were a flaw, it had to be covered up before anyone could see.
Acne? Grab the foundation.
Bloated belly? Suck it in.
Potential to say something that might make me sound stupid? Say nothing at all.
This mentality was as natural as breathing. I saw it displayed by almost all the women around me. I saw it advertised on all media platforms (which was about 5% as much as we have now). And I saw a natural inclination in myself—a desire to be cool, appealing, desirable—which is obviously the opposite of imperfection, right?
Fast forward to 2017.
I launched the Daily Hustle blog in a desire to break through the feigned perfection. I personally felt a strong burden to be transparent & honest in my writing—to not only portray the highlights but the low points. Because isn’t that real life?
Yet I found myself in a constant war between talking about what is real and being told that in order to succeed in the blogging world, I had to have a curated feed—share certain things in order to gain followers—have the prettiest pictures—etc. etc. etc. Here I was, over a decade later, again feeling the pressure to be perfect. Be real. But be perfect.
And that got tiring real quick.
I felt a constant tug in two directions…wanting to turn this blog into more than just a side hustle, but also wanting to share the things that were truly on my heart and present them in realistic ways. Because let’s be honest, who has the time & energy to put on make-up & pose with their coffee on a Saturday morning? My coffee gets cold with no help from me, thank you very much.
But then I became a mother. And through that process, I feel as though I’ve evolved once again. I feel more comfortable in my own skin. I laugh more easily at my mistakes. And I have a newfound, deeper appreciation for the “imperfect” simply because the idea of perfection is totally laughable to me now. And with that shift, I not only gave myself permission to blog the things that were laid on my heart but also realized that this is what is lacking in our picture-perfect, curated, social media-oriented world. I’ve found myself craving real connection. So I want to break away from the unreachable & unrelatable. I want you to share in my whole story.
So here I am: Cheryl.
I don’t have it all figured out. In fact, I feel like I’m going off of my best guess 99.9% of the time. I love to capture beauty with my Canon & peruse Pinterest for inspiration but I want you to know that there is so much more to my life than highlight reel. My life is messy & far from perfect but I find that beautiful because it’s meaningful & real.
If you’ve licked a floor binky and stuck it back in the baby’s mouth or tossed out a bag of untouched spring mix or have struggled with the comparison game, I want you to know that you’re not alone—because I’ve been/am/will be there too.
I blog because jotting down my thoughts is cheaper than therapy (yes, that’s sarcasm) but really because I want to build a bridge to my tribe—my fellow women/wives/mamas/hard-workers/dreamers. Amidst all the pressure that we put on ourselves, that we feel from our Mommy groups, that we feel just from popping on Instagram…I want to provide an honest & transparent space to free us up from the pressures of perfection and for us to peel away the layers, connect, share a laugh, and pretend that we’re drinking a hot cuppa instead of a reheated 5x cuppa.
Consider this your official invite to join me in the hustle of daily life.
Come as you are.
And let’s do real life together.