I Fell Off the Blogging Wagon and Hit My Head on Facebook

Dear friends,

I was hesitant to post this. In fact, I had posted it yesterday but deleted it after hearing of the devastation in Oklahoma. It just seemed frivolous and my heart didn't feel right.  After some consideration, I have chosen to post it anyway as it is meant to be for lighthearted entertainment.  Please know that my thoughts and prayers are with those of you in Oklahoma and my heart is broken for the losses that you have suffered.

Today I realized that it has been a month since I posted something on this blog. Why? No special reason. Just a little self-doubt and self-deprecation. 

Have you ever noticed that when you’re feeling blue, that everyone around you, or on Facebook, or (insert your favorite media here) seem to live a perfect life? With the click of a button I can follow the daily lives of dear friends on a minute-by-minute basis. It’s fun. There are new babies arriving, fluffy dogs doing funny things, and so many witty comments. But, sometimes the envy monster grabs me around the neck and throws me down.

 Now, I’m grown-up enough to know that the perfect life doesn’t exist. We all have our unique struggles and strife and we go to social media for entertainment, not to wallow in self-pity. So, how do we keep the green eye of jealousy from surfacing the next time a friend posts pictures of their tropical vacation when we’re stuck in the snow?

It all has to do with balance. If you carry a big enough load, eventually you will fall. There are so many things we try to carry in life. Family, work, school, church, and the list goes on and on.  Some people are great a managing these things. I see all your organized lists and perfectly scripted carpools. Me, I’m better at pinning organization tips on Pinterest than actually putting them into practice. Then I think to myself, why can’t I be like that person, I must be an utter failure. But, I’m not. My life is different from yours and your life is different from mine.  Granted, there is room for improvement and if I really want to change, I can change.

When you don’t allow yourself to see the positive things in your own life, that’s when you go to a concert where you watch kids play the violin. Then you realize that you can’t play the violin and don’t have time to learn it, so then you end up on the couch in your sweats watching reruns of House Hunters and thinking that if only you could afford a house in the Hawaiian Islands everything would be better. Or maybe not. That might just be me.