*Disclaimer: I am writing this about me. My feelings. My thoughts. My struggles. I’m not writing this to tell other people how they should handle their posting*
Social media has really done a number on us. I don’t think it’s all bad, but I do think it can bring out the worst in me. A few months ago I cleaned up my IG. I was getting so worked up over posts. I was judging people. Feeling jealous. Getting mad. And it wasn’t the poster’s fault. It was all on me.
I went to a women’s retreat at church a few weeks ago and we talked about our issues. Our issues with trust. With acceptance. With relationships. It’s certainly all connected, but it made me think even more about this social media situation.
Why do I post things? Is it because I want other people to think I’m cool or pretty or fun? Is it because I want people to think my children are adorable? That I have good taste in home decor or I’m an amazing cook? That I have a stellar sense of humor? Or, why don’t I post things? Is it because I’m too hard on my own appearance? Embarrassed of the mess? Or the bad pictures?
So, I started thinking about why I post. Or don’t post. And if I’m being totally honest, at some point, all of the above reasons apply. I’m human. But there are many things I post for other reasons. I love my babies. Like, I’m obsessed with them. We have family and friends all over the country and what better way to let them watch the boys grow? I love to cook, but don’t always remember things we like to eat when I’m making my menu. Posting helps me remember. I love when people share good finds, deals, recipes…so I return the favor when I find a great deal or discover an amazing recipe. I love to laugh. And when something makes me laugh, I like to share with others so they can laugh too. Shopping local is my hobby. And I love telling other people about all of the cool businesses in our town. These aren’t bad reasons, right?
I also thought about what I take away from other people’s posts. Do you ever feel like God put some people in your news feed to test your grace and patience? I do. And I fail at the grace test, often. I don’t need to be jealous of what other people have. I don’t need to decorate my living room exactly like them. I don’t need to know where they got every single piece of clothing plus their lipstick, nail color and jewelry so I can dress just like them. I don’t need to judge them for their imperfections. I don’t need to analyze why they post what they post. I can just appreciate the glimpse I get into their life. I can think their babies are adorable and their clothes are cute and their paint color is awesome and leave me and my life completely out of it.
I’ve been working hard at this. Being very intentional with my posting. And my inner thoughts. And you know what? I’m a lot happier when I don’t care what other people think about me. When I post things that make me happy just because they make me happy. When I don’t compare my life to someone else through a pic. A picture may be worth a 1000 words, but it leaves a lot out too. Now, I’m not perfect. Some posts still make me want to kick out my window and yell cuss words loud enough for all of Union Parish to hear. Because it’s my problem, not their problem.
Want to be a part of my IG family? I would be happy to have you! Just don’t judge me. For the things I do right or the things I do wrong. And I promise to love you unconditionally, too:)