While I love social media and consumer created content, I also loathe it at the same time. I love how we can stay in touch and share our stories, experiences and life with people we care about. I’ve been blessed to meet several very special friends solely due to the wonders of Facebook and I spend way too much time on there, but I do enjoy it a lot.
I have only recently started using Instagram and to be honest I’m not sure it’s right for me as I’m active enough on Facebook, but I’m having a play anyway. One thing I notice on there is all of these beautiful, perfectly curated pages, with flatlays and never a thing out of place and seemingly perfect lives – all day every day. Travellers in white bikinis on sun soaked beaches in dream locations, perfect coffees, amazing lunches, stunning landscapes, and models with gorgeous clothes, all so beautiful in their perfection. I have not been at all strategic with my Instagram, I just share photos that reflect my day, if I feel like it. I may go months without posting and other times I may post frequently.
On the other hand we have the recent trend, for want of a better word, of people sharing their vulnerabilities, which I absolutely love and have done so myself on more than one occasion. I think vulnerability is the new black and I’m now proud to stand up and say I’m perfectly imperfect. I believe this has been one of the greatest things to happen to people who felt afraid to admit that their life was anything less than Instagram perfect.
So we have the perfectly perfect perky lives and the falling apart lives, but what of the in between? What of the every day mundane things that make up our days? The washing, house cleaning, commuting to work, shopping for food and cooking dinner. The getting shit done days. What of the days where it’s just ok? What of the days where I can’t be bothered doing anything but watching Netflix, but I don’t feel like my life is falling apart. What about the middle of the road mediocre, life as it is days? The majority of how it is in fact.
I’m not advocating for us to share every single moment and the minutiae of our lives, no way, there is enough of that out there, thank you very much. What I’m wondering is how people feel who are just a little down, a little isolated, a little can’t be fucked today? Do they feel that they need to be either perfect or falling apart to accept who they are in that space and time? Do they see others in those opposite ends of the spectrum and feel that they don’t measure up or aren’t vulnerable enough? The reality is not every day is sunshine and unicorns, equally every day is not a crisis. We have much much more of the in between. That’s normal every day life.
While I do my best to be upbeat and positive most of the time, I have my in between days too and some crappy yet not falling apart days too. Days where I eat peanut butter on toast for breakfast, lunch and dinner, where I watch too many episodes of nonsense on Netflix, where I lie on my lounge and absolutely nothing gets done.
And that’s ok. It’s perfectly ok.
We are all perfect just as we are.
No matter what Instagram or Facebook says.