YOU DO YOU

So many connections. So many friends. So many ways to keep tabs on the people we know and love.

Isn’t it exhausting?

While social media has truly brought so many of us closer – closer than we ever would have been due to proximity restrictions – I do find that it takes up too much mental space at times.

A party in the city that I wasn’t invited to.
A dinner with friends that has no room for me.
A campaign that I applied for that just went live without me.

It stings, right? I know it does. We don’t have to pretend. I live it. You live it. We can’t help but drown in it at times. Everyone on this planet is putting their best filtered foot forward and the only time we see these shots are when we are walking around in our robes with an eye-mask on.

Fear of missing out. Actually missing out. Bitter taste in our mouths. And then what? We start to get judgmental. That’s when the online bickering begins. That’s when the right fighters start to assemble. Are you a right fighter? I was a right fighter for many years. It didn’t matter how much it hurt me in the end. I needed to be right. I needed to be heard. I needed everyone to know that they were wrong and that I understood whatever we were talking about more.

Like I said… exhausting.

Let’s break the cycle. You do you. And I’m going to do me. We can high five somewhere down the middle.

If you are working on something that I don’t particularly like, fantastic.
If you are eating at a restaurant that I absolutely loathe, great.
If you are actually straight up wrong about something and are passionately arguing about it online, I don’t care.

I can’t care. I have too many bills to pay. I have my own stuff to deal with. I have my own kids to feed. If I spend a half hour fighting about which country created pasta… then I am spending a half hour LESS on my business or with my kids or with my husband or in a flipping bubble bath. It doesn’t matter that you think pasta was found on Mars. Seriously, how does that affect me in the long run? No more fighting. No more high blood pressure medicine. No more pointing fingers either.

You do you. Go, girl! Go. And you know what? I hope you find so much success! I hope you hit it out the park. Then I will chime in with balloons and hearts and a big YAHOOOOO!! Because if there is one thing that this world needs more of… it’s LOVE and SUPPORT.

xo, Vera