I’m just gonna say it – Instagram is more fun than Facebook and blogging combined. It visually journals your life. Posting is quick and easy and the sometimes instant feedback is a kick. Not only do you get to see what your friends are up to, but through the addition of hash tagging your photos, you also connect with a diverse and often interesting group of people. I totally love it. I think I’ll marry it.
Whether it’s my physical or it’s my emotional propensity, I tend toward depression peppered with random anxiety. Unfortunately, I’m ashamed of it. Ashamed of myself. I know it’s not rational because it’s somewhat out of my hands but good lord I have a GREAT life and there are days and sometimes weeks that I find it challenging to appreciate it as much as I should. I exercise, I take supplements, I go to a Naturopath, I’ve gone on progesterone cream, I’ve done elimination diets and still, I’m often left wondering why I am low. Low sucks. And when I read about someone who has major physical or emotional obstacles and still finds joy and success, my negative self talk doesn’t let me up for air. I would NEVER judge someone else for feeling the way I do but I loathe myself for it.
The truth is, there are some real issues in my life that weigh heavily on me but as it is with all things in life, trying to exercise control is folly. If my loved ones fail it’s out of my hands, If my body is transitioning – let it happen, let it stop hijacking my mind.
The weird thing about it is that 2 hours from now I could, and probably will, feel perfectly fine.
My spiritual beliefs tell me that I have a responsibility to focus on that which makes me happy and to bask in all that I have and love but sometimes my mind is sacked out on the couch of self-pity. Gonna go for a run now…