Why unfabled?

My blog title throws people off, and that is ok by me. So what does it mean? I have a vision for this blog to grow into a true Titus 2 community. I dream of it being a place for Christian women to seek wisdom from more mature women and share their own wisdom with others. For now it's just little ole me throwing stuff out to mainly my Facebook friends who are primarily real life friends who are mostly church friends with whom this relationship already exists. I plod along though and hope my bits of silliness are encouraging to someone somewhere. Our culture has a fondness for creating an image of what we should aim to be. At the moment women are supposed to be strong and brash capable of running corporations while raising a brilliant child or two who wears not only name brand clothes but designer clothes and learns to read at age 2. Thy never wear diapers and nurse until the child can pour their own glass of milk. But they do not drink milk. It has to be rice or almond or some other milk looking substance. She should be underweight and muscular and not eat two or three food groups which change with the season. The more allergies her children have the more value she has. Although being a stronger sex than men she should flaunt her sexuality like a commodity but remind us constantly that it is her body to sell after all. She answers to no one, most importantly her family. She should live for herself first and make sure she watches enough pop television to know how to find meaning in her life. { exhausted yet?} If she blogs she should be sure to post only edited, altered pictures of only her children's feet and the corner of her latests craft project. She should be sponsored by as many orange juice and paint companies as possible. Her home will be large, expensive and impeccably designed. Her children's rooms will have custom carpentry beds and built in book cases. She dresses in only polyvore planned designer outfits that she buys by stacking coupons. Her hair will be flat ironed, braided and never heat dried. Every day will be carefully organized and yet completely open to whatever the breeze may bring. Yup. I have one word for that friends, fabled. It is not about politics or religion. I know that was pretty harsh, and those were not all negative qualities, But we live in a world that writes our story for us and we need to have the courage to say "Nope. My story was written for me before the beginning of time." We DO have a guidebook. We have beauty laid before us and we do not have to drive ourselves crazy looking for it. This week was certainly less than perfect. I exploded potatoes, had a fascinating run on facebook about my deformed laundry and fixed our beheaded Woody with duct tape For every cute picture I post I guarantee you there were 20 times more ugly moments than the good. Life is messy, but oh sooo beautiful.