Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Am I supposed to have my shit together?



I'm addicted to Pinterest. Not always, but sometimes. Does that make sense? Some days, I scroll through Pinterest on my iPad (my absolute favorite way to Pin), and I think to myself "what the hell is the point of this?" I'm pinning outfits I'll never own, recipes I'll most likely never make (I do make some, but I'm pretty sure 2,000 of my 6.8k Pins are food related), and home decor I'll likely never be able to duplicate. Then, there's days when I'm like "LET'S PIN ALL THE THINGS AND ORGANIZE ALL THE BOARDS AND ALL WILL BE RIGHT WITH THE WORLD."

But that's not really true, is it?

My biggest irk about Pinterest...and Instagram, and Facebook, and every other kind of social media...is that sometimes it leaves me feeling like I'm doing something wrong. And by something, I mean my life. I should be eating this, not drinking that, DIY-ing every piece of furniture in my living room, organizing my breaths by patterned file folders. It's borderline exhausting. If I do all these things, am I going to have my life together? AM I?

No. No I will not, and neither will you. 

If you're anything like me, you're a social media addict. It's bad, but it comes with being a millennial living and breathing in 2015. The trouble is, we all compare ourselves to what we see snapshots of on the Internet. Whether it's a panoramic shot of your college friend's seemingly endless vacation in Santorini, an immaculately organized work desk, or a perfect "thrown together" outfit - it's easy to look at a picture on Pinterest or Instagram and thing, "wow, Sally really has her shit together. Should I have my shit together? How am I 23 years old and still flailing about like a seagull in a feeding frenzy?" 

Truth: do not let these things fool you. At 23, I'm not supposed to be living in a six bedroom manicured mansion. I'm not supposed to have my ultimate dream job. I'm not supposed to be able to afford an entire bedroom set from Crate & Barrel. Reality? I'm living in an apartment, with a really hard job, and almost every piece of furniture I own is from IKEA. 

Am I rambling at this point? Most likely. But I'm just so sick of comparing my journey to someone else's. I'm sick of feeling like everything in my life has to go a certain way, like I have to stick to some routine to get to where I "need" to be. Don't get me wrong, I love a good routine - I love organization - but I also like a mess. It's okay to be a mess at 23. It really, really is. 




At 24 though....that's when I'll have my life together. Insert hair flip emoji here. 






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