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!
I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. Not at all.
It’s been a struggle to do anything this past week – walk, drink coffee, keep my eyes open.
I won’t lie – I’ve been pretty down about it. “I should get my butt to yoga… I should be doing more than just walking 10,000 steps… I should go out and seize the day” etc, etc. You want to know the quickest way to NOT do something? Smother it with the word “should”.
Should = guilt = I didn’t make it to yoga so I might as well eat the entire pot of mac and cheese. Epic fail.
(Found this on Pinterest. If I had a vision board, this would be on it)
Why admit all of this? My only intention is to document my humanity. In this social media dominated culture, we are great at sharing the good, the pretty, and the perfect (read: stop instagramming your perfect life). That can make us forget that dips are part of what makes life rich. But they are inevitable. And they are necessary.
So be kind to yourself, especially on the rainy days.
Happy Mama’s Day.