Last week, I took a photo each day from Monday to Friday. I shared them on Instagram, named the day and described something I experienced.
I didn’t set out to do a series. My intent on Monday was to document a heartfelt moment. And then I kept sharing one photo each day. I guess you could call it a gratitude project; capturing my response to everyday wonder.
I know, that sounds a bit mushy and sappy. But I feel like there’s a certain cynicism towards sharing good things. “Oh no not another photo of food/baby/puppy/beach on Twitter/Facebook/Instagram don’t people have something better to do and I’m so sick of looking at my friend’s newborn I’m going to barf.”
Of course, it’s important to share both the good and the bad with people you trust. And naturally my everyday life is not all rainbows, cakes and flowers. Being a wife, mother, daughter, sister, puppy owner, freelancer and blogger means that I have plenty of hats to wear and appropriate doses of chaos, noise, happiness, heartache, belly laughs, worry and (don’t forget the) laundry.
Maybe I’m naive, but I don’t think most people deliberately share how uh-may-zing their lives are in an attempt to impress (and yes, there are some who do just that.) I think we all have ups and downs. And the images we share are the moments we want to remember the most, rather than how we want to be remembered.
So, be happy for the person who just shared a photo of that incredible (or boring) meal. They probably had an absolutely crappy day and this meal is chicken soup for their soul.
Who knows, I might do another #heartfeltfive series again this week. It was a good reminder to think creatively each day. Feel free to join in.