A few days ago, while scrolling through my Instagram profile, I was struck with how beautiful it made my life seem. The things I Instagram, typically are lovely aspects of my life and the things I share that aren’t so lovely look a bit better with a filter!
I tend to just present the very best when sharing things on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and even here on Intentionally Simple. It’s easier to share the lovely parts of life and just leave out those uglier aspects. While I am a positive person and prefer to focus on the positives instead of dwell on the negatives, my life is not perfect but looking at my online life, one could think it’s pretty close to perfect.
In our culture, we tend to use social media as a way to market ourselves. Our statuses and the pictures we share present ourselves in the way we want people to think about us. Honestly, I think a lot of this ‘marketing’ is done without much thought but almost everybody does it.
Scrolling through any social media outlet can quickly lead to feelings of inadequacy if you compare yourself to the image someone else has presented of themselves. You have to remember that they’re presenting their beautiful moments, just like you present the beautiful moments in your life!
With that said, I want to share a bit of reality, the details of Instagram moments.
And the reality of the mess. It’s just not quite as lovely without being cropped and a filter. (Side note, I love blocks since they’re wonderful open ended toys but I hate them too, they explode all over my house and I step on them and can’t keep them contained in one room ever!)
The reality? They drag these chairs into the kitchen at least 20 times a day in an attempt to pull dirty dishes out of the sink, pull things off of the counters, play in the dish water and they want to help me with everything. Our kitchen is tiny and it’s nearly impossible to get things done with 2 chairs and 2 boys underfoot. So, about 18 times a day these chairs are removed from the kitchen by mama, leaving unhappy boys crying in the floor.
And then there is this sweet image of my two boys playing happily together in their sandbox. Yes, they enjoy their sandbox but you also don’t see Paxton dumping sand on Weston’s head, Weston eating the sand (he eats everything), fighting over toys (and heavens knows there aren’t enough toys in that sandbox) and Weston carrying shovel fulls of sand out of the sandbox and dumping them in my garden.
Remember that a picture is just a snapshot of a moment, it doesn’t tell the whole story.
None of us live the perfect lives that we seem to live according to Instagram (or Facebook/Twitter/Pinterest)!