Children and husbands go hungry, laundry is unattended, and the sink is full of dishes. I lose track of time, I fiddle with the pretty pictures far too long, and I feel elated when everything is done and I hit ‘publish.’
That’s what happens when I write.
I should really stop. My head voices say, in their daily conferences, that it’s a time-waster, I’m really not that good, who would want to read it anyway (maybe family and friends, but only the ones that like me), and my kids will begrudge every detail that I’ve revealed of their poor lives as they’ve grown up.But I’m addicted, I think. I’m also hoping that somewhere along the line, someone can laugh, someone can relate, and someone can be encouraged. That’s the goal. As for me, I’m just learning… and I write about the lessons.
I read Jon Acuff’s book, called “Start” in 2014, when I was on a plane going back to Zim for 3 days, leaving all my men behind to fend for themselves (yeah, whatever; I had cooked 3 days meals, packed 3 days lunchboxes, and done all laundry before I left). It was completely weird being on my own and having someone else do all the householdy things. I stayed with my sister in law, who has a maid for cooking, a maid for laundry, and a maid just in case. So for three days, I did nothing but read, spend time with my niece and nephew, and get my police clearance for my South African visa application. (If you think that’s a short story, it ain’t. Start reading the Updates.)
And in Jon’s book about actually starting something you’ve been talking about all your life, the last line pretty much says, “Whatever you do, be real.” And that sealed it for me. I wanted to be real. My life is real. Real messy, real hard, real wonderful. And so I settled on leasrealblog for a name. But “lea” in itself presents a problem. Lee-yaaah, all my life. It’s pronounced lea as in “tea,” or “sea.” But try telling that to EVERYONE.I am about to move my blog from a free wordpress site to self-hosted, which means that more laundry will be undone. More pretty pictures, more freedom to manage all the writey things, hooray. But I’m thinking of changing the name, and I would really appreciate your feedback. I’ve given you a bit of background, which you would already know if you’re a regular reader, but here’s some more clarity if you need it.
My name is tricky. Initially, I wanted my name in it, but if you add any word after lea, it becomes a new word. Like, leaslearning which should read as “Lea’s learning,” but everyone is left wondering who leasle is, and why she’s arning.
I could make people pronounce it correctly by naming it Really Real-lea. But they may still be scratching their heads, and it doesn’t give any idea of what the focus of the blog is. Just that I have a complex about my name. How about My Realatable Life. Then it needs a brilliant catch-phrase to sum up what it’s about- Family, Fun, Faith.
My brother thought my post on encouragement was “sermony,” so we could go with Sermons and Sanity? Or Sermons and Stupid Siblings.
Or, if we want to give proper insight of what it’s about, we could just put it out there. Like “Hearts and Farts,” or “Penises and Poetry.” I may gain the wrong type of readers after certain google searches on that one. Ahem.
Then below are the ramblings I wrote down.
Learning, laughter and love. With a lot of lads.
Sanity and Serenity
Sanity vs Reality
The Chaos and the Quiet.
I’ve stopped after that last one, because I love that line. I use it at the end of all my blog posts, because somehow it just applies. It came out of nowhere, no google, thesaurus searches or brainstorming sessions. It might just be the one.
Let me have it! Everything you can think of. Tell me what you like! And if I use one of your ideas… well, I can’t send money, and I don’t have giveaways because I don’t have sponsors, so I’ll paint you a pebble! Hooray. Entries for pebble-winning, blog-naming competition end when I say so. Love you all, thank you for reading.May the names you think of in the quiet or the chaos lead this blog closer to Him.
Lots of love, Lea.