Instagram and I have a love/ hate relationship.
I like sharing tidbits of my life here and there, and seeing what others up to.
Once in awhile, a picture will tweak something in me that I’m not proud of. Sometimes the perfectly sculpted bodies in perfectly arranged yoga poses, or the perfectly nutritious food perfect families are enjoying, inspire a full-on meltdown (last Sunday).
Here’s the crux of the matter:
Our lives are mostly ordinary but we tend to only document the extraordinary, best-possible, once-in-a-blue-moon tidbits. Read this article: instagram’s envy effect
I think the world needs to see more of these magical moments. The problem is, they make all of the other moments seem less magical and in not documenting them, we can forget what’s normal, perfectly a-ok and just #ordinarylife.
My life is both this:
And more often this:
I’m going to try to be a little bit more #ordinarylife in my ‘gramming. @mayacollum
Happy BEAUTIFUL Sunday!