Real. Real homes. Real people. Real kids. Real moments. Real everything. You with me?
So I love Instagram. Maybe it’s kinda weird, but I find that there are some pretty “real” people on the Insta. Can I just thank you, from the bottom of my heart? Our souls long for people like you. I’m not a “Snapchatter” and I suppose how much more “real” can you get than taking a pic of my face 50 times a day, 24 hours a day, but hey, to each their own. Yes, I tried, but I failed. Miserably. Anyone who was my friend, I apologize – it wasn’t pretty. But even in the most well-intentioned picture, we are still able to create an online identity that we can mold into perfection – from the outside that is.
But it is often an identity that is FAR from perfect.
And I’ll cast the first stone – at myself. I have a camera roll of pictures and I become choosy about which pics I post. All in hopes of posting the “best” picture. I may take 3 of an event, but I always, ALWAYS choose the best one of the group. That’s my first “fake” move. But then I add a filter, to make me look more tan, my skin smoother, my eyes brighter, and the background faded, to focus on what I want it to focus on – all to illuminate what I want it to portray. There’s my second stone – that I throw at myself.
Why do we fear the real? We are all starving for the truth in people. For the real in people. For the everyday, mundane, humanity in everyone. We live our lives for the end product. Not the journey there. We look for the best result, but don’t talk about the process. We share photos of our BEST, but fail to show the worst. And that’s where we stink at being real. There is no shame in wanting to do our best. Be our best. But to constantly post our best? I’m going to throw a question mark at that one. I don’t have a clear cut answer, but what I do know, is that the Insta-posts and Insta-stories that have cookie crumbs in the crevasses of the home, toys strewn all over the place, and milk mustaches on the kiddos, I feel a part of their journey.
And that’s the “story” I want to write for my life – to be relatable. My soul craves others to relate to. And maybe yours does too. So I am writing this to challenge myself to post not the BEST picture, but the REAL picture. You up for it?
My hope is that as I post on Instagram or any other social media outlet for that matter, that I will add this hashtag #embracingreallife
All in hopes of keeping it real and EMBRACING REAL LIFE.