We all want to present a glossed up, soup-ed up version of ourselves. Filtered and angled and cropped so we look our best.
But the truth is life is not like Instagram. You can post inspirational quotes until the organic, grass-fed cows come home. You can pledge your allegiance to the flag, to yoga, to cross-fit or to antidepressants. Life it still not going to be like an Instagram feed. Even a sardonic, satirical, sarcastic version of it.
We all have days like Alexander. Terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days.
Last week I put together a slide show for a good friend who is leaving Copenhagen. I watched it with my husband, smiling and getting a little teary. As the music faded and the presentation ended with a slick little slide reading “The End”, he looked at me and said:
“Wow, anyone would think we had loads of friends and an amazing life.”
Putting aside for the moment that compared to 99% of the global population we do live an amazing life, he’s right.
Most of us don’t document the shittier aspects of our day-to-day life. I don’t whip out my handy little point and click to take pictures when I’m playing Old Mother Hubbard and my cupboards are bare and so the poor husband got none. I don’t fill my twitter feed tweeting pictures of myself in sweatpants and leg warmers. (Yes, I wear leg warmers and you will never convince me they are not…
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You’ve hit the nail on the head. (once again!) LOVED THIS!
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Funny thing, when I’m having an absolutely awful day I always remember this: “I still got me arms!”
For some reason it cracks me up every time 😁
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