They say Facebook is troublesome for this:
We watch one another proclaim the greatness in our lives. The weddings, babies, promotions, amazing meals and grand celebrations. It’s easy to become jealous of that- to want just that- the greatness. The trouble, supposedly, is that the other stuff, the real life heart and gut wrench reality.
Family who can’t attend the wedding. Babies who never come to exist. Being passed up for promotion, again. Eating out of the pot, because you’re too tired to get a plate. The hunger, brokeness, crying, sleep deprivation.
The truth is, I’m glad I dont see all of that from you. I’m glad in my mind you are happy, and smiling, and a little photoshopped in all the right places. I’m glad your laundry isnt piled up like mine, your degrees are completed with honors, your art is selling well, and the band you love is playing in your town. I like to think of you that way- happy, enthusiastic, encouraged and loving life.
My IRL friends, they know the truth of my life- the disappointments, and annoyances and horrors of chores. But you and I, we get to live in la-la land together.
And that’s a sort of blessing, isn’t it?
XOXO Sarah Mae