I was recently asked this question: What is your deepest, most embarrassing secret as a “Slob Blogger”?
My basic, says-everything-I-need-to-say answer: It’s all embarrassing!
I was already planning to write this post, but then last night I was given the gift of new and fresh examples.
My plan for the next three weeks (leading up to the release of my book on Nov 8) is to do live video on Facebook sharing decluttering tips, with the goal of letting as many people as possible know about the bonuses available for those who pre-order.
Last night, I did not feel like sticking a camera in front of my very tired face, but I did it. It was going well, and then something strange started happening.
People from my “real” life started joining the video. It’s overwhelming to see the little notes and notices that FB gives you while you’re trying to talk, but my brain was able to register the fact that quite a few people from my real life world were watching. A friend I worked with when I taught overseas. A friend from church.
And I started to freak out that maybe I had gone live on my personal account rather than on the blog’s page.
Thankfully, those who were watching talked me down from the panic, but it was still weird. Very, very weird.
When I started A Slob Comes Clean in 2009, I had no intention of anyone I knew finding out about it. I didn’t even tell my husband what I was doing.
I made up a fake name (Nony is short for aNONYmous) and set up a new email address so no one could ever trace the embarrassing pictures back to me.
Embarrassing pictures like the one at the top of this post.
Almost 8 years later, I still cringe when I post a photo of a space I’m tackling because it is messy yet again.
I still squeeze my eyes almost closed and turn my face away when I realize someone I know reads my blog. Yes. Like a child who hopes that by closing her eyes, she won’t get caught.
I feel the need to be clear for those who understandably assume I’m proud of being a slob. I’m not proud of it.
It’s a struggle. It’s embarrassing to admit that this stuff requires so much THINKING on my part when it seems to come naturally to the rest of the world.
But I’ve realized I am most definitely not alone in these struggles.
And most of all, I have real hope to share from the principles I’ve learned and the strategies I’ve developed through my own process of getting my home under control.
I’m committed to being the Mama Bear Slob, fighting to get you access to the help and hope you need, even though it means that guy from my workout group stumbles upon the deep dark secret that I’d never in a million years mention while doing squats at 5 a.m.
So, what is the deepest, darkest secret? That I’m not perfect, and I never will be.
But once I say it, I see how ridiculous that statement actually is, and how not-helpful-at-all it is to keep it a secret.
Because only through admitting how bad things really were can I also share the reality of hope that things can change.
That a messy home can get better.
Only by admitting that I still struggle can I let others know there’s a reason to keep going after the thirty-seventh failure.
That there are ways to manage your home without losing your mind, even for people like me.
Speaking of, you should totally order my book: How to Manage Your Home Without Losing Your Mind.