Instagram changed my life, but in many ways it gives me crippling anxiety. This community here allow
Instagram changed my life, but in many ways it gives me crippling anxiety. This community here allows me to travel the world meeting makers, creatives, and every day folks. It allows me to live in a very small town with a very large garden and to have the freedom and flexibility to thrive in a place that I see as a bucolic dream. I don’t post here often, cause the anxiety. Algorithms, or whatever terms we wanna blame a lack of engagement on today, the constant need to be better at candid video content, and the ever present need for slap stick over meaningful tik tok content shut me down. Rather than celebrating all the good, it is so much easier to frame, through a lens of every present anxiety and comma splicing, the negative and the perceived short comings. Last week though, somewhere between all these damned commas and Crater Lake I realized, what if the true success with community building (I went to college for this, yes, community building) is authenticity rather than artiface and bullshit (thank you Emily Gilmore) and what if we all spent more time just living beyond the little screens, squares, and whatever the frame ratio for a tik tok video is….what if the success and sweetness in life is sharing the real rather than the smoke and mirrors. Since that moment at Crater Lake (it was actually at Kings Canyon I realize as I type) I’m taking note of who I follow and what I consume, and it seems I’m most drawn to the real, to the not big box store bought, and I bet you are too. In a world of commoditization it seems we all need a bit more authentic…..and there is zero percent of this post that is what I thought I was gonna write, this post was going to be about imposture syndrome, but here we are. ❤️ (at Crater Lake National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbZ835OuIhI/?utm_medium=tumblr -- source link