This post isn't SEO-friendly. Google won't lead you to this post if you search for outfit ideas or travel hacks or vegetarian recipes (see what I did there). But this is what my life looks like.
I don't live in a street style paradise with a million doorsteps and brownstones to use at backdrops for my outfit pictures. I'm not dating a photographer who follows me on all of my adventures. Knoxville and East Tennessee are cool as hell. But it's not exactly a fashion wonderland here. We aren't even Nashville, which is arguably one of the most up and coming fashion destinations in America.
I'm pretty obsessed with personal style, don't get me wrong. I love reading blogs of those who do it full-time and respect them immensely. I don't look at them and think any less of them for being able to have a kick ass job in the field that they love. Why would I? But there is something about the way my life operates that makes that goal out of reach for me. Is it that I have such ridiculously widespread interests that I can't brand myself into a sellable commodity? Is it that I can't in good conscience rely on trying to get people to buy, buy, buy as a part of my income?
I also take issue with the idea that what we present on social media "isn't really how we live." Yes, I am guilty of curating my Instagram to an extent. I don't share personal snapshots often, if at all. But most of my pictures are things I didn't go out of my way to stage or manufacture. It's just my small way of appreciating beauty in the adventure of being alive every day. And guess what? Those professional bloggers whose travel snaps are enough to make any 9-to-5 employee green? That is actually what their life looks like, but boy does it take a lot of work to get there.
These pictures are just a glimpse into a particularly good day that I had with my big ole dog and my boyfriend. We walked about five minutes away from Wes's house to a field that we occasionally use as a running loop. It's the kind of place where Wes's family actually got permission a long time ago to do that. It was a beautiful scene worth capturing, yes. But it wasn't some romanticized, "live folk", stylized photoshoot that I went somehow out of my way to curate.
This is what my life looks like. And I'm grateful.