The Girl in Gucci Glasses

They say stress is the thief of joy. Or maybe it’s comparison?

Whatever the quote, I’m here to tell you that while the Sr. Graphic Designer in me can appreciate an aesthetically pleasing insta feed…it’s important we have a heart to heart about the verbiage attached to said content.

There’s a crap ton of articles out there about how social media is the reason for a spike in depression.

Also, gotta love that I have an entire MA degree and background in communication and use “crap ton” as a unit of measurement.

Hey, mom – at least I swear like almost never these days.

Progress. Not perfection.

Anyways. I’m a long winded gal.

I wanted to hop on today to tell you that perfection is madness and it’s manufactured madness at that.

More and more people are photoshopping themselves into pictures and places they’ve never been, FaceTiming themselves to look like a completely different person, and just projecting a false reality through their carefully curated captions.

And listen, you should always have thought in all that you do. A creative edge is always fun, as is flying by the seat of your pants, but I agree. Be mindful of your content.

But at what point is mindful just crossing into complete and sheer fabrication?

I get it. People don’t want to share their reality for a variety of reasons like it’s no one else’s business, or maybe there’s a fear of judgement. Whatever the case, I want to normalize sharing mine. Because lately it’s messy. Not bad…just messy.

I like to think of myself as a cross between Urban Outfitters and Bergdorf’s. Classy but with flare and a certain Je ne sais quoi. But as of late, I feel like Ross. Sure, I’ve got great deals (probably on things you don’t need,) but I’ve also got 100 storage bins looming around and lines out the door and utter chaos in the air.

So today I write to you about my reality.

Where to begin, right?

Currently, your girl has the blinds pulled down, some Sweet Greens on the way via the stupidly expensive Uber Eats, and a migraine that would knock a grown man on his behind.

I’ve been balls deep in work, trying to manage my mental health, and then attempting to have some sort of a social life that’s not bogged down by the fact we have polio and Monkeypox looming in the corner.

Dang. I miss when monsters under the bed were my biggest fear.

While it sounds crazy, that’s life sometimes.

There’s nothing wrong with having days or weeks that don’t look like a Hallmark movie.

But what I’ve found is that there is nothing more powerful than:

• Owning and living your truth
• Not feeling shame for not living up to someone else and their feed
• Refusing to live in fear. Scary shit is out there. But you can only do so much. At some point you just need to take a deep breath and let go of what you can’t control.

So thanks for reading. Today’s post isn’t anything fancy. It’s just a reminder that not everything has to be this big curation. You and your life can still be beautiful even if messy.

Stay wild and beautiful.