Ever get the feeling that everyone else has a perfect life?
Does a Sunday evening stroll through Pinterest make you long for the tidy homes and just so store cupboards and make you weep with frustration at the blogs of beautifully presented perfect families? STOP IT!
I sent this email to a friend recently and I’m going to share it with you now because it is a good reminder to us all that no life is perfect, no matter how much it is Picmonkey’d for public consumption.
It helps to remember that all those people with perfect sparkly lives on Pinterest and Facefook and Twatter are all LYING! if not directly then at least by omission. Fuckers.
Would you want to be someone taking 95 shots of a ham sandwich to get it just so for your blog to pin to your Pinterest board which pushes to your Twitter which updates your Facebook and in the hope that you’ll get some validation via the like button for making THE BEST HAM SANDWICH IN THE WORLD EVER! And then have to remake it a gazillion times because that latest Vine of you eating it wasn’t quite good enough?
Or would you prefer to eat the ham sandwich and fuck off and have some fun?
(clue THE SECOND ONE! Though obviously it would be a bacon sandwich)
NO – your life is not Groundhog Day remade in ham sandwich and social media.
It is a big greasy bacon bap of lushness that demands to be eaten and the energy used for the force of good and unicorn hunting.
And then this morning I Instagrammed a heart shaped, home-made jam sandwich. Yes I wanted that adoration, I wanted you all to know that at 7 am this morning I was making lunches for my daughter (popcorn, ham and cheese roll ups, cucumber and tomatoes, fruit salad jelly, blackberry muffin, blackberry and apple heart shaped sandwiches) WORSHIP MY WONDERFULNESS AS A MOTHER but please overlook the fact I’ve just sent my daughter to school with a jam sandwich for lunch.
But before you get all “see you’re the same as us!” well yes, of course I’m the same, but at least it went in a 1970′s Tupperware (see now I’m showing off my retro thrifty blogger credentials) rather than uber cool Bento boxes.
My life is wonderfully imperfect, for every afternoon of fairy garden making there is a are a week’s worth of days spent getting stuck in stinky estuary mud in an attempt to beachcomb, afternoons failing to make shell houses and any number of jars of jam with mysterious burnt bits floating in them. And lets not overlook my pathological inability to put the laundry away means that my house looks like a clothes reclamation centre has exploded.
My life is a life full of fails and epic fails, but you know what, I keep on trying and I keep on laughing at them because there are so many more small wins that don’t need to be documented for them to be real and meaningful. My daughter’s love of reading, the hollyhock in the garden that keeps on flowering and flowering, the afternoons hanging out on the beach with friends.
I’m a huge fan of social media and the way it can inspire you, the way it can join up friends old and new, but let’s keep it in perspective – lets be kind to ourselves and each other in our imperfectly perfect lives.
So go on, don’t be a ham sandwich*, be bacon bap.
*I’ve nothing against ham sandwiches, they’re my daughters favourite and can be jolly tasty.