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I used to wince every single time I thought about how I write and edit for a website called Blissfully Domestic.
The phrase brings to mind a lovely lady with a perfect ponytail (not a hair out of place!) and an apron (with frills!) holding a broom in the most delightful way (not using it to retrieve something from under the stove!). And you know the look on her face is this smile that says, "I! Love! My! Life!"
"Blissfully Domestic"
Those two are just not any of the words that would come to mind if I had to describe myself in two words.
Or 6 words. Or 10 words. Or 400.
I'm Manic, Anxious, Dramatic, Moody, Impulsive and Goofy.
Blissful? No.
I'm Lazy, Disorganized, Clumsy, Absent-Minded, and Messy.
Domestic? No!
Except… yes.
I am Blissful. How do I know?
Because I analyze myself and I pull pieces of my emotion into the light constantly. There is a lot of me "in the dark," but I force as much of that into the sunshine as I can – I write, I photograph, I sing, laugh, hike and garden.
I look for beauty outside of myself to awaken that within.
The truth is, I search for my bliss every single day! And it's there. Some days I'm pretty successful in finding that part of me that DOES exist even if it feels unlikely to me. I can identify that bliss within, even if I would never describe myself in that way, because it doesn't feel like a constant, flowing part of my personality.
The soundtrack of my life may not always be upbeat, but there are enough lines on this record that contain blissful harmonies to weave together a happy song or two, and the melody goes on and on.
The same goes for my being domestic.
I don't wear aprons, sew buttons back on in a timely manner (try years) or even *think* about what the most complimentary fall decorating pieces for my home would be.
I just stain my t-shirts (while I cook! I love to cook!), put on the other pair of jeans (so I can go outside and dig in the dirt, planting beautiful flowers), and buy pumpkins to cut open with my son (because it's fall and a Jack-O-Lantern is just the perfect accent for this season).
Why, look at that. Turns out I'm "Blissfully Domestic" after all.
And I'll bet you are, too. Even if it's secretly. 
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Oh, my sweet friend. You are soooo Blissfully Domestic. What a beautiful post.
And the love you share everyday with your beautiful family. It's not about always being happy, or having a perfect house (you have seen mine) it's about loving where you are and finding your bliss.
You got it, babe. You are so Blissfully Domestic.
Now, I need to actually write on my blog so I can come back and link up!
what a great post! Love it!
I love this, Lotus!
I also cringe at the word domestic, but I'm not so bad afterall. I too tke years, if ever to sew on buttons, but I always mean to :0)
I very much enjoyed reading this entry. I'm a deep cover special secret blissfully domestic agent. *haha*
After reading this post I realize I am more "domestic" than I thought. It's the attempts at perfection that keep draining my bliss.
You sound just like me and everyone else, unless of course you've been watching "The Incredibles" lately
Kristin
You are so eloquent Lotus! I know exactly how you feel, this describes me, too!
Brilliant. I too would not think of myself as blissfully domestic… but perhaps if I looked really hard, I might find some elements of it somewhere… maybe. LOL
Hahaha! Love this post Lotus. You totally rock it!
I love this post so much. I'm blissful, yes. Domestic…eh maybe not so much haha.
Great post! And the Jack-O-Lantern looks great too! Thanks for hosting!
~Liz