You know how sometimes you look on social media and you think- why aren’t I as pretty, skinny, happy, or fit as her? Or you think- why don’t my kids get along like theirs do? Or why aren’t they happy when they’re on vacation like x, y and z’s are? We’ve all been there. Because that’s what social media is. A snapshot of the glory days. Or the moments of peace. But today, as I sat on a beach, I realized (or was reminded actually) that it’s all a farce. Well, it’s probably true that you have a friend (or 50) that may be prettier thinner or more fit. But I guarantee their children are not as perfect as appearing. As I sunned alone (along with the 5000 others) a mom and her two young-ish kids planted down next to me. I didn’t even look up because I didn’t need to. The picture was painted for me. Charlie, help me with this umbrella. No not in a minute, now. Ashley I wasn’t even talking to you- relax. Shoot this umbrella isn’t working. Charlie help me do this. No not that way this way. Ash...
Mom, cancer survivor, and wanna be writer.