I Follow the Small Crowd

Today is Woman’s Day…or whatever that means? Is there a Man Day? The whole thing seems weird…but nevertheless…I am a woman hear me roar!😬

Today and everyday…I feel like I’m getting smaller…my voice is being drowned out…and I’m not sure anyone can hear me…or anyone else for that matter.

There are actually classes on how to grow your Instagram…and even though for my business, I follow this advice…for just my amusement and decorating Instagram…I will always remain almost laughably small. I don’t have a huge following…and I probably never will. There are people with over 100,000 followers…I can’t even imagine…I get annoyed at texts I receive from people I know…much less total strangers.

My blog has a few followers, my Twitter account…I haven’t even checked my Snapchat…and my Pinterest has followers and I have no idea why…and I think most of us have the exact same problem.

It doesn’t matter if a ton of people read my blog…get inspired by my posts, ever get to experience clowning around with me…or witness me in action…it only matters to those that God has put right in front of me.

Did I bless strangers that came into my store for the first time? Did I bless the workers and people at the charities I attend? Did I bless my family? My employees? When I walk into a room, do people groan…or do they smile?

We as women are powerful and amazing. Many of us juggle things that to outsiders seem impossible. Many of us have had life run us over and then back the truck up and run back over us. Many of us have sacrificed so much, to have our children throw it back in our faces and blame us for all that has gone wrong in our lives.

Many of us cook dinner each night…with no thank you’s…no…it’s good…nothing. We clean the house, pay the bills…do the shopping, make sure the animals that live in our houses don’t die…figure out if the kids shoes even fit…our lists are endless.

Then on top of all that…we surround ourselves with social media where everyone has perfect this…and a pantry as big as my bedroom….they even walk around their mansions showing us their messy houses…telling us how imperfect they are…and I’m like.::oh dear…can you imagine all the nasty messages they just get to make them think they need to show us that? We are so ridiculously hard on one another.

I have a blue sink in my house…I didn’t choose it:.: I don’t like it…but I used to feel the need to tell everyone coming into my house about that spare bath sink??? Why??? I plan on replacing it…but haven’t seen anything that I love yet.

The point is…what do the people in your house think of you?

What makes you the happiest?

How about we all quit trying to be amazing to the whole world…and just ❤️ on our family…our community…those we work with…

What would that feel like?