Dear Friends and Family,
Everything is perfect here at our house. Our marriage is perfect, our children and their spouses are without flaw. Our pets are the cutest and smartest. We all have great jobs that we are called to and feel passionate about. We are making great money and get to spend it however we want. We love our church. We love our friends. And our family? It’s absolutely perfect. We never argue or fight. We all believe exactly the same thing and have all decided together who to vote for in November. We don’t drink to excess or over eat, and we are all working towards the Ironman in Hawaii this October. We have the most perfect house that was decorated to perfection by the most valued interior designer in town. Everything matches and there is never a thing out of place. You could eat off the floor in our kitchen. Our dogs don’t shed, our pool is always crystal clear and blue as the sky, and our grass is greener than all the neighbors. Basically, our lives are perfect.
Sometimes when I scroll through Facebook, this is what I think I see. Everything is just so good for everyone. I often wonder if nobody besides me ever feels like their life isn’t as exciting or perfect as everyone else’s. Recently I posted this picture to Facebook:
I think my comment was “Real life, people” There are the pink running shorts I accidentally bought in the wrong size but wear anyway. All kinds of charger cords, my physical therapy exercise worksheet, my camera with the Africa pictures I haven’t loaded onto my computer yet, books yet to be read and piles of paperwork. Every time my desk gets that way, I clean it up at some point and promise myself I won’t let it get that way again. Except it does. This is what happens here on a regular basis. Frequently.
We’ve had a lot of trouble with our pool this summer. It was green with algae for almost a month, in spite of the time, energy and money I spent trying to clear it up. I got a kick out of the Olympic pools in Rio turning green. Sort of made me feel better that I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep their pool clear this summer.
See the similarities? Except my pool wasn’t shown daily on international television. Whew.
I could go through my pictures on my phone and show you a bunch that would make you think my life is perfect. And there are some moments that feel pretty close to perfect. I had the privilege of spending another weekend with six close friends from college recently. The kind of friends where you pick back up where you left off, whether it’s been 30 minutes or 30 years.
I also had moments that looked like this:
All the Reid girls have moved out, so we’re in the process of organizing, decluttering and re-doing some of their bedrooms. This picture is of “the holding room”, where things go that are in need of something. Selling, Goodwill, Storing… It’s not pretty, and I keep the door closed.
So I can choose to show you this:
The dirty hunting clothes on the floor in my bathroom.
Or I show you this:
Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, with a rainbow, from a helicopter. They’re both real pictures and they both happened. We just usually only post the pretty ones.
Does your social media profile look perfect or does it look real? Let’s see some real. I’m interested. #reallife