That’s my husband and me attempting to take a picture for our “Married on the Mic” Instagram. In case you haven’t seen my posts, we do a podcast, so of course we also have to “do social” to try to promote it. I’m good with Facebook, but Instagram is exhausting.
Seriously, how do people keep up with it? I have joked about this on my personal account too… I have to take 20 pictures (minimum) to get one that I actually think is Insta-worthy, and even then I’m still usually not totally happy with it. I inevitably get back to scrolling and see 10 “influencers” with their perfect lighting, hair, makeup, outfit, and letterboard and I’m back to thinking I just don’t live up!
And don’t get me started on the people who actually have the time and energy to make their entire feed color-coordinated. Get out of here with that aesthetic.
I’m NOT hating, even though it sounds like I am… I’m jealous really. I wish mine was that awesome. It’s kind of sad that at 41 years old I sometimes beat myself up over the fact that my Instagram feed is a disheveled mess but hey – so is my life!
There are days or even weeks when I get into it.. I do my hair and put on lipstick and snap 100 pictures and even do a story, but most of the time I turn the camera on myself and go “shit dude you look old and wrinkly, that filter is not doing enough… Not today!”
We decided we needed to do a picture every Monday night when we record the podcast. He was all into his game and I am having a bad hair day (even though I washed it yesterday – and day 2 is supposed to be the best day!)… I just wasn’t feeling any of the pictures we took. So I went with the one that summed up the moment perfectly – me trying to look excited and him looking at his damn phone. #reallife for real. Because most of the #reallife pictures on Instagram are staged… Really.
Anyway, I am tired and ready for bed… I just felt like complaining for a minute. Does anyone else feel this way? Or is it just me? I’ve even made the effort to unfollow accounts that spark comparison and steal my joy but that hasn’t helped. It’s just a lot of work and it’s hard not to feel like I should be doing more. I hesitate to even post this because 1. First world problem and 2. It sounds like I’m pathetically insecure and concerned with something ridiculous… but I KNOW I am not the only one who feels this way!
Oh and speaking of unfollowing, what about those people who follow you in the hopes you’ll follow them back and then they unfollow you? I’m not saying I don’t unfollow – I just admitted I do – but I don’t put “follow people” and then “unfollow people you followed 3 days ago” on my to-do list! I get my hopes up that what little effort I do put into Instagram is paying off and my follow count is going up… and then my ego is crushed and bruised when that number drops by 12 overnight!
Maybe I’ll write more tomorrow… I got into this mindset of thinking if I write it has to be perfect and I have to go back and edit it 10 times and it has to have a point. Maybe not. My cousin just started a blog about something tough she is going through in her life and I read it the other day… gave her a little bit of help with it… and it made me think about my blogging days of yesteryear (I’m that old I just said yesteryear) and well, here I am.
I will finish editing the podcast in the morning so if you’re waiting on that… It’s a good one I think. We talk about having crushes when you’re married and one of us admits to having a crush… The other does not haha… We actually got a little deeper than I thought we would as the conversation went on. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it.
Here’s the link to it if you haven’t listened. Episode 24 will be up sometime tomorrow.
I also think I need to write a follow up to my Leggings Are Not Pants article from a few years ago.
181 days of funemployment has really given me a lot to think about, and a lot more time bum around in my leggings.
Technically I did get a job about a month ago, and I LOVE it, but you get my point.
OK time to put the snack I was just eating at nearly midnight away and get to bed…
Thanks for reading.