Every now and then, I have a few random scrap thoughts swimming around my head that don’t really merit a whole blog post each, so I just sling them all into one post.
This is one of those.
One: what happens to our Insta-feeds when we start to get properly crinkly?
I’ve noticed that I’m getting further and further away from the camera for selfies.
Although I don’t use filters, my foundation is certainly going on thicker and I’m staying oh-so-close to the flattering wrinkle-bleaching glare of the windows.
As one of the first generations to be so into selfies, are we about to hit a major crisis of confidence when our faces start to sag and crease?
Are our feeds set to become saturated with bunny-filter wearing selfies?
Two: do we in the online community really mean it when we say ‘you do you?’
It’s bandied about so often and yet we still catch so many traces of judgment out there about the ‘right’ way to do things.
There is no right way: we each follow our own paths and yours will look different from mine and that’s more than okay.
Three: I wouldn’t be a ‘celebrity’ scrapbooker for love nor money
It just looks so tough out there and we must only glimpse the very top of what is almost certainly an *enormous* iceberg of pressure, work, criticism and trolling.
Four: as much as podcasts are my thing to listen to, I won’t be guesting on one anytime soon
I’m not a talker, the introvert in me hates attention, plus there’s the whole “I pull my layouts apart” thing (which I totally still do) which I get is a little hard to understand.
I’m too fragile for even the most constructive criticism and… well, other than a love of scrapbooking, I’m just not promoting anything.
Five: healthy social media use might be like the layers of a cupcake
I’ve been proud of myself recently for finding a good balance in my life. When real life – community, family, getting outside – forms the sponge of the cake, you can afford to add the icing of social media as a happy sweetener here and there in your day.
It’s when social media threatens to become the sponge cake and real life becomes the icing that I get in a pickle.