Am I the only one who has noticed that there seems to be a dichotomy in social media posting? There are people who only Instagram and FB photos of the amazing food they’re eating at a hip new restaurant, their super cute and well dressed toddler, brag about how many miles they ran that morning, or flaunt their courtside seats, their dreamy new farmhouse, the vineyard that is in bloom in their backyard, the organic farm down the street (see where this is going?) etc.
But there are also people who do a lot of complaining, dirt-airing, opinion voicing, and just plain bitching and moaning on FB. Am I right?
The truth is, though, every rose has its thorn.
My rose has a pretty big thorn right now. It may seem like my life is a dream: second row seats at the Blazers game, farmhouse in wine country, vineyard in my backyard, cutest/sweetest dog in the world, amazing roommate, dream job, barrel tasting, complimentary dinners at a 5-star restaurant, trip to Hood River with Lindsay, sunshine, puppies, roses, and chocolate-covered-perfection.
But let me be real for a minute and tell you the recent flip side: I just got fired from my dream job, I got rear-ended and my car got totaled, I owe some late fees, I dislocated my knee and still have a hell of a time walking up and down stairs, I’m single, heavier than I want to be, struggle with body-image, and some nights eat spoonfuls of peanut butter and feel super guilty for it.
Mountaintops and valleys low, people. I’m straddling that line.
Right after I got fired, I drove up to Portland to meet up with Lindsay & Co. for our last Blazers game. She recently went through a season of unemployment and encouraged me to be real about how I was feeling. She knows that I’m a glass-half-full type of gal and gave me the space to feel sad, mad, anxious, freaked out, like a failure, whatever. And I did for about point five seconds.
But I’m fine. Really, I am. I’ve never not worked so having some time to be at home, cook food, plant a garden, refurbish old furniture, have my mom come visit, hang out with Jackie and Che-dog, regain strength in my knee and go running again, and invite people over has been SO great. I’m certain and hopeful that a new and meaningful door will open in just the right place.
I am not forgotten and will be taken care of. I know this.
So I’ll keep posting pictures of the vineyard, my super cute dog, the blooming farmhouse, and the food I eat. But now you all know that my rose has a thorn and probably always will.
And now, my life in photos: