Just that girl kelly
What makes someone relatable?
I am Kelly, ‘Just Kelly’, there is no need for surnames when you are being relatable. I have just turned thirty eight and to be honest it wasn’t a pretty experience, the evening ended with more puke than the scene from the exorcist. I don’t like the feeling of aging, my foibles about getting older is the content of an entirely new post.
So, what am I? I am a mother to four beautiful children whom are the primary reason for my existence and everything I do, I am ‘wifey’ to my ‘hubster’, but I am also much more than that…
September the 2nd 2006, The Harris Family was established, we eloped and got hitched and there wasn’t a shot gun in sight.
Grief changes a person, it does something to their soul and psyche. Imagine breaking a priceless vase, then attempting to stick the pieces of the broken vase back together. It would still be a vase, and even though some bits would be missing, its structure and purpose would still be representing of the vase but it would always be broken and never be the same vase again. That’s how you feel as a bereaved parent. Slightly broken.
So now, my family of six live in Hayle (Cornish; Heyl meaning estuary, Hayle is a small town, civil parish and cargo port in west Cornwall, England. It is situated at the mouth of the Hayle River and is approximately seven miles northeast of Penzance.) I am emotionally stronger than I have ever been and my children are happy.
So as you an see I am more than just a mother and wife. When we become mothers and wives we often loose our identity and I am here to tell you, that you are all more than you imagine.
I am also a loyal friend, a soulmate and I write about my real raw life as an honest depiction that even when you feel like your failing at everything, I want people to know that that’s great! I am nervous and fearful for the mothers and women out there that have this unhealthy relationship with failure, because all the failures are part of life, if you don’t fail, you don’t learn, if you don’t learn you can’t change or adapt.
You simply cannot live a life without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously you may as well of never lived at all, in which case you have failed by default. I openly celebrate all the epic fails in a bid to help women and mothers feel ‘imperfectly perfect’ in world of fake photoshopped perfection. We are all destined for happiness on some level, we are all worthy of happiness but the competition is becoming fiercer than ever and the expectation for perfect seamless lives and a catalogue of picture perfect families is presenting itself more and more, making our realities feel fatally flawed.
Women, mothers, sisters, wives and girlfriends… lets change this!
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