Instead of just jumping into my writings on the world wide web’s wordpress [always attempting alliteration], I’ve decided to stop and be a bit introspective [on the anyone-can-access-internet, of course] about what I’m trying to do with sarahunfiltered.
Well, first, let’s be honest. This blog is hella filtered. Who am I kidding? No one wants my unfiltered thoughts. [I want to make a pie soon. – eschatalogical reality – coffee – pasturized versus homogenized – I am losing so much hair post-partumly that I should have saved it all to make into a wig. – If all salt is from the sea, why is only some of it labeled as “sea salt”? – high heels versus wedges – babies – What ever happened to Meg White? Jack seems to be doing well. – Mad Men – I can’t decide if Sigrid Undset truly intended Kristin Lavransdatter to be as annoying as she is. – mango season – I want to pray the stations of the cross, even though it’s Easter season. Is that okay? – cookie dough – I have a few gray *eyebrow* hairs. Seriously? – ranch versus bungalow – Why did I wait so long to watch the new BBC version of Sherlock Holmes? – lactogenic – Ikea]
I think part of what has stopped me from blogging in the past is that I feel overwhelmed at how underwhelming I am. I mean, my blogging self will never be as deep and pensive as Erika, or as varied and prolific as Karen, or as thoughtfully witty as Mary, or (never ever ever) as healthy as Maureen, or as hi-flipping-arious as Grace, or as cool-as-if-she’s-not-trying-at-all Ashley, or as wise as Smicha. Nor will I probably ever live long-term in Belize again, like Cathleen. And I don’t have as many interesting, beautiful kids as Erin. And Anna is just soooo creative and has such an eye for all things lovely [Thanks to her, I need tangerine and mint in my wardrobe now!]. Nor am I as sincerely open to the workings of the Holy Spirit as Ali [Read her story about adoption. Cry tears of joy. Buy a cute necklace to support her endeavor]. And, well, Alison is the unnecessary-scarf-clad Erma Bomback of the catechetical world. And why, oh why, did I not think of Crappy Pictures?
But, I am me. And this enough. [I hope.]
So, what this blog won’t be: It’s not my intention for this to be officially a “Mommy Blog” or a “Catholic Blog” or a “Food Blog” or a “Fashion Blog” or a “DIY Blog”…
but, the reality is that I am a Mother and passionately Catholic, and while no expert by any means, I love food. However, I’m not very fashionable anymore, and I can’t really do anything myself, so scratch those last two.
Thus, what this blog intends to be: I hope to give you a little glimpse of my life, a chronicle of learning to be a wife and mommy, while still trying to be myself- that is, a person who is broken, but has hope of Redemption. Like in real life, I’m often superficial, sometimes deep, so you’ll probably see some of both. Practically speaking, I like the tumblr-esque concept of just posting pictures, quotes, etc. instead of full-out blog entries, so I might do that from time to time. Also, I will probably re-instate the meal plans, because it helps me stay organized, and it’s a good way to keep track of recipes I try. Oh, and there will most definitely be a lot of vintage-effected pictures, simply because I think those are cool, and I recently discovered the amazingness of pixlr. Yes, I tend to get on the “cool/trendy” bandwagon at the end of its run, but then stay on for waaaay too long. [Excuse me while I go put some clever words on a picture of Ryan Gosling, exercise with zumba, listen to Adele, and wear some Toms.]
I fully realize that I may not have a lot of people who read this, except for maybe my mom. Well, actually, my mom doesn’t know how to “use the internet” very well, so nevermind.
If you have read this far (hi!), I will congratulate you with a (vintage-tinted) picture to make your ovaries quiver. [Thank you for this awkward, yet weirdly appropriate expression, oh queen of all blogs.]