Dear friend
I know today wasn’t perfect.
You dove into the Halloween bag that’s been sitting in the pantry, your kid had a rough day at school (which as we know, means you are feeling the pain), you didn’t get to the gym and you got a flat tire.
I know today wasn’t perfect.
You dove into the Halloween bag that’s been sitting in the pantry, your kid had a rough day at school (which as we know, means you are feeling the pain), you didn’t get to the gym and you got a flat tire.
While waiting at the auto shop, you decided to browse social media and see what Patty, Tracey and Sam are all up to.
Perfect lives are splashed across your page.
Oh look at Patty’s gorgeous children (who apparently were celebrating at a dinner out because of their stellar report cards). Arms around their parents in their adorable vineyard vine button down plaid shirts.
Perfect lives are splashed across your page.
Oh look at Patty’s gorgeous children (who apparently were celebrating at a dinner out because of their stellar report cards). Arms around their parents in their adorable vineyard vine button down plaid shirts.
Sam is in Aruba (she’s always somewhere, it seems). She is so lucky to have that figure. She probably never dives into the old Halloween bag of candy and doesn’t miss a day at the gym.
Tracey’s son made the football team and is off to a “big party”. He is loving “every second of highschool” and here he is with his group of friends.
None of this has cheered you up.
As a matter of fact, you receive your $400 bill for your new tires, and you are now in a more foul mood.
As a matter of fact, you receive your $400 bill for your new tires, and you are now in a more foul mood.
Do not fret.
Social media sucks.
To quote Charles Dickens: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. “
To quote Charles Dickens: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. “
Do you think for a second Patty wants to post about how her kid was so stressed out by his AP classes, that the stellar report card was not worth the hours he made himself crazy?
Or how Sam never eats real food because she is so obsessed with her perfect figure that it has taken over her life?
Or how Tracey’s kid has struggled to become a part of this group but in reality, none of the “friends” he now has are even that nice to him?
Or how Sam never eats real food because she is so obsessed with her perfect figure that it has taken over her life?
Or how Tracey’s kid has struggled to become a part of this group but in reality, none of the “friends” he now has are even that nice to him?
Social media is wonderful.
And terrible.
And terrible.
Of course we only want to post our good pictures (because who wants to see a sulking teen or a bad angle in the cute dress you just bought?)
Who wants to know that parenting is amazing but sometimes frustrating and harrowing?
Take social media with a grain of salt.
Of course there are fantastic and wonderful times in our lives.
Of course there are fantastic and wonderful times in our lives.
And it’s okay to want to share those photos and updates. That’s one of the joys of social media.
And it’s fun to see our friends kids grow and I do want to see your family vacations.
Just remember Tracey, Patty and Sam also get flat tires and skip the gym and have kids who don’t want to pose for photos and struggle with making friends.
Not everything is what it seems.
We are all in this together.
**This is totally fictional. Those that are closest to me, already knew that , because they know that not for a second would I be upset over missing a day at the gym (mostly because I do not belong to a gym)
(The Halloween candy part? Could’ve totally been me)
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