This isn't a blog written by a perfect mom.
It's also not written by a crunchy mom, a Pinterest mom, a minimalist mom, a luxury mom, or a camping expert.
Honestly, I don't fit neatly into any category.
I camp, but in a travel trailer with air conditioning. I still don't want to sleep on the ground, and ticks give me the heebie-jeebies.
I like skincare, but these days my budget is closer to Dollar Tree than Sephora.
I wear business casual to work and tennis shoes because I walk all day, not because I'm training for a marathon.
I love crafts and creative projects with my daughter.
I still listen to rock music and occasionally revisit the emo phase that never fully left.
Some days I'm researching cleaner products for my home.
Other days my daughter is eating a snack she dropped in the car and I decide to mind my business.
The older I get, the less interested I am in fitting into a label.
This blog isn't about being one type of mom.
It's about being yourself.
Messy. Evolving. Contradictory. Imperfect.
Because that's what real people look like.
What have you stopped apologizing for as you've gotten older?
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