“When you’re 20 you care what everyone thinks, when you’re 40 you stop caring what everyone thinks, when you’re 60 you realize no one was ever thinking about you in the first place. You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.”
Happy Thursday my friends. I know this isn’t my typical kind of post but if there’s anything I realized about myself while taking some time away from posting regularly, for many reasons and most of them out of my control, it’s that I want to share more and connect more with you guys. If you’re here for recipes that’s great also. You can find lots of them in pretty much every other post. However if you happen to be interested in reading on, grab a cup of coffee and continue. (Trust me, you’ll need something strong to get through my rambling.)
Ever since I started this blog I’ve felt there was some essential part that was missing and including a little more on a personal note is something I’ve never been an expert at. Not that there’s anything wrong with celebrating food and leaving it at cookies and cupcakes everyday. Seriously, who doesn’t love food photos and chocolate #foodporn? But the thing is I’m a real person over here with real problems and you’re a real person behind whatever screen you’re reading this from.
In a world where we all carry around these tiny supercomputers that fit in our hands and, for a lot of us, it feels as if our lives depend on having them there 24/7, it’s really easy to scroll through highlights of everyone else’s lives and instantly have your self-worth plummet to zero. I mean, there’s never been a time in history that people have had the ability to share so much and connect with others all across the globe. While it’s amazing and so useful, I think it’s important to remind each other that it can be extremely superficial and one-dimensional.
Someone’s life can appear perfect from the edited and glossed over bits they choose to share, while their actual lives are a huge mess. I’m so guilty of this myself. The past few months have been some of the best ever for me but a year ago, two years ago? I could just as easily share posts and hide behind recipes when I was going through some really deep struggles as I can now when I happen to be in a bright season of my life. Oh, and please don’t take that as me saying I don’t struggle anymore, or get stressed out, or worry about ridiculous things, or faceplant on my bed for an hour trying to hide from the world when something feels unmanageable (been there, done that). I’m human too, guys. I get scared, I bleed, I forget things, oh and if we all got graded on social media skills I’d get a big fat F every time.
I just sometimes wonder what the world would be like if we all wore our vulnerabilities as badges rather than waste so many hours of pointless energy trying to hide them? How much stronger could we be if we spent more time building others up rather than tearing ourselves down? There is so much power in being able to say “So what?”
I know it’s so cliché and your mom probably told you this a million times, but comparison really is the thief of joy. I can’t tell you how much time I’ve probably wasted throughout my life trying to change something about myself to be more like someone else when I could have been spending that time embracing who I am and doing the things that make me happiest. Don’t compare your chapter 2 to someone else’s chapter 10 because your life is so unique and don’t waste the incredible person that you are by focusing on who you think you’re not. Envy is a miserable road that goes nowhere.
When I was little my mom would say “Hang your troubles on the line. You take yours and I’ll take mine.” While I never truly understood this until I got older, it really stuck. It’s taken me almost 22 years to finally reach a place in my life where I’m starting to care less about what others think about me and more about what I think about myself.
Basically, I’m saying don’t waste time thinking that if you could be in someone else’s shoes you’d be happy because I can pretty much guarantee that their not. In fact, if you really think about it the people who spend the most time making their lives look perfect on the outside are the ones that have the least time to actually live it. I’d say some of the happiest people I know in real life are the ones that know how to laugh at themselves. There will always be someone who does it better, has more, knows more…… Be yo-self!
Okay, now someone kick out the soapbox from underneath me or something. Head high, shine bright, and fake it till you make it. You got this.
I love you guys!