I’ve been neglecting my blog a lot lately. I haven’t really meant to, but I am finding it hard to keep up the image I would like to have of myself. I am not someone who has it all together. I make loads of mistakes, and I have had to just pitch things and start over more times that I would care to admit. Fresh starts are good for you (and me!), however, so I am going to just bite the bullet and share some things with you right now in an effort to pitch this blog image and start over honestly.
The real truth is that I am hopelessly goofy. I can be serious when a situation calls for it, but I am not normally a serious person. Not that I don’t indulge in plenty of introspection and “naval-gazing”, but more like I tend to find a lot of humor there. I’m sorry if that offends anyone, but the truth is that I probably have a much harder time staying serious than you do. I see a lot of absurdity in everything and, at least when I am away from my blog, I am not afraid to say so. I shouldn’t be so afraid to say so here.
I’m a craft-a-holic. SERIOUSLY. I am so far gone that I don’t think that even a twelve step program would help me. Just about everything that I see gives me an idea for creating something. I’ve thought about posting the occasional pattern here just for an outlet, but I’ve never been quite sure how that might be received. I let fear stop me. Sad, huh?
That’s another thing about me. I have struggled with fear for pretty much my entire life. I’d love to tell you that, as a believer and a follower of Christ, I don’t have such problems, but that just isn’t honest. I still have plenty of problems, I just also know where the answer can be found. I’m hopelessly shy, but I go ahead and talk to just about everyone anyway. I love people! By now you are probably beginning to suspect that I am a bundle of contradictions and you are absolutely correct. I really am. I don’t mean to be, but the truth is that I don’t fit into that perfect Southern Baptist Homeschooler mold. I never have. It isn’t so much that I am trying to be something that I am not. It’s more like I’m always trying not to be what I am. Do you ever feel that way? So now you know something about the real me.
If you are still wondering about the title… Well, it’s just a reference to something my son yelled before pitching a pillow at his sister, but there is some truth in it. The things that frighten us, that distract us and that set us back in life aren’t always the really big things. Sometimes we get derailed by the little fluffy pillows like “what will they think of me if they find out that I’m a total goofball who loves puns and lame jokes?”, or “maybe I shouldn’t post that pattern here because it isn’t nearly as good as the one I once saw over at someone else’s blog”, or “maybe I shouldn’t be blogging since I’m not a great writer like “x” (and I’m sure that you know who you are!). So this is me. This is the real me that I have been so afraid for you to know. Although, I hasten to assure you that no actual chickens or fluffy pillows were harmed in the writing of this post.

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