I've written before about my struggle with comparison and the
fear of missing out that
we all struggle with, but something different has been bothering me
lately. It took me a while to "pin"point it (I crack myself up...),
but I think I've finally put my finger on what it is.
My life isn't like Pinterest.
That
seems like the most obvious statement, but it took me a few days of
feeling constantly messy, stressed and confused before I realized that
all of the "inspirations"- perfect homes, perfect hair, perfect outfits- that I pinned daily were actually weighing me
down, causing me to be dissatisfied with my real life.
*Disclaimer*
I am in no way saying that we should give up Pinterest or stop trying
to better our lives or find inspiration online- I'm only writing about a
revelation I had that has enabled me to use it with more freedom and
less angst.
You see, online we are given fake (or at
least 1/2 true) versions of life- a gorgeous, minimalistic, fully styled
living room with everything in its perfect place; a flawless face/body
on Instagram after an intense workout; a beautiful loaf of homemade
bread that didn't sink in at all....
But we forget that these are
images.
They're not real life. That living room doesn't look like that 90% of
the time. Her flawless body does, in fact, have trouble spots and flabby areas. And that
loaf of bread took 6 tries to perfect.
As great as
Pinterest is, and trust me, I use it A LOT, it is easy to get
discouraged by what we see there and think our life is somehow less
valuable or worthy since it isn't "picture perfect".
Take my home for example:
(I find it ironic that
this is
the post I chose to show you photos of my home. I've been waiting till
it gets just a little more organized, decorated and clean to do a home
tour...but now at least you'll get the "real life" version.)
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| This is our living room. Notice the dog smashing the couch and the diaper on the floor. |
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| Yes, that's a dog toy next to our breakfast. And a completely bare, huge wall... |
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| That pile of dishes was much bigger this morning. |
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| Why there are three coffee mugs on her dresser? I couldn't tell you. |
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| And this one because I love how her little wall turned out. |
Feel
better about yourself yet? That took some guts to post, let me tell
you. I'd love for you all to think that my house looks like a Pinterest
board, but I've just shattered all of those dreams in one fell swoop.
So the moral of my story is this:
Real life is messy.
I'm
not a perfect mom. Sometimes Evie goes two days without a bath.
Sometimes I raise my voice at her and don't count to ten before I react.
Sometimes I let her stay in her crib for an extra 10 minutes so I can
lay in bed just a liiiiitle bit longer.
I'm not a
perfect wife. AJ and I argue about pointless things. The other day we
argued about Bruno Mars lyrics; he thought it said Saturday and I
thought Friday. He was right. Sometimes I forget to say thank you for
the way he provides and how hard he works to be a good daddy and
husband.
My body isn't perfect. Sometimes I wear the same
pair of sweats for an entire week. Sometimes I don't wear a drop of
makeup for an entire week. Sometimes I don't leave the house.
My house is (obviously) not perfect. Whenever my mom comes over and I apologize for the mess she says, "its not messy, its just lived in". I love that.
We learn in the mess. We would never be able to get that beautifully decorated home if we didn't have a few faux pas first. We can never have a picture perfect dinner without making a mess out of the kitchen before hand. But life doesn't have to be Pinterest perfect after all- because it's real. And that's what matters.