A few years ago, NPR aired a story about the rise of our discontentment as it relates to the rise of social media. My generation isn’t numb to these effects, in fact, we are arguably the most affected by it.
The rise of social media outlets and our obsession with, and dedication to them, has shown us just how much is possible for our lives. We’re well past the days where word of first ascents came a month later in the American Alpine Journal.
If you’re a woman who wants to be a CEO or a man who wants to be a homemaker, you can find at least one other person who’s done what you’re setting out to do, and find comfort in knowing you aren’t alone.
Literally, anything is possible.
For this, I am so thankful for Facebook, Instagram, Google, and other sites like them. I can figure out who came before me and what they did to get there. I can hop on Instagram, search a hashtag, and find a burst of inspiration to get my butt in the gym.
Along with the good, however, comes the bad.
Like how many times I feel shitty about myself because I don’t feel like I’m doing enough. I have a job and other things I love to do and I’m not out climbing or skiing or running everyday. And the problem with Instagram is it makes it seem like everybody else is.
So many accounts, my own included, display an ongoing stream of outdoor photos, and it’s time to confess: that’s not my whole life.
Don’t get me wrong, I wish it was, and I hope someday it will be. I hope someday I can make enough to set out with my husband and our future dog in tow. But until then, I think it’s important to be honest.
So I decided that going forward I’m going to be real.
I binge watch The Great British Baking Show.
I scroll through Facebook until my eyeballs hurt.
I rarely read a novel through the first time.
Sometimes I literally groan as I enter the gym.
I get scared when I’m lead climbing.
I get even more scared on multi-pitches.
I love to cook.
Sometimes I take four hour naps on sunny days.
I’m still overcoming my irrational fear of bears.
Some days I feel sad and overwhelmed by my dreams.
I often feel lost.
I consistently question my ability to write or climb or ski.
I spend a lot of time in coffee shops.
I am the definition of a work in progress.
What I’m trying to say is this, before you put yourself up against everyone else on Instagram and Facebook, give yourself some credit for being human, and then some more for all that you’re doing already.
It’s weird and beautiful to be human, and it’s important to recognize that in ourselves and everyone around us.