Ultimately, a blog is an online platform, and Instagram is
So I went to Zara this week. What’s the deal, right? First, my goal for 2019 is to lower my sugar consumption along with shopping. I aim to focus on finding great second-hands instead of buying new stuff. I have a friend who has an eye for it. She is stylish, elegant and one would not say that her wardrobe comes from a second-hand.
When I was a teenager, in the post-Communist Czech Republic, second-hand shopping was a national hobby and a budget-friendly alternative to expensive multinational brands. Nice option to second-hands is cloth swapping. I am always happy to accept clothes that don’t fit my friends as they look new and fit my style.
But we wanted to talk about Zara, didn’t we? Well, I went through the store, looked and tries several items, but they didn’t do anything for my body type. The coats that I liked at first couldn’t be washed in a washing machine or dry cleaned. Are we supposed to through them away once they get dirty? Why did they launch an ethical collection when they keep making single-use coats?
I didn’t like that I didn’t feel pretty either. If I am going to splurge on a coat, it should make me feel elegant. I tried on a plaid blouse that I have admired on other bloggers lately and a pair of corduroys. I didn’t buy a single thing because the more I looked in the mirror in that store, the fatter I felt. Even though I fit in my size, I felt like a grey mouse. And it this exact moment it dawned on me that I had a choice. I could feel unhappy about my body and shame myself or accept these thoughts as old programming and switch the channel. The latter is freeing, empowering and self-accepting.
“It’s easy to receive God’s ‘yes’ with praise, but do you have the faith to receive His ‘no’ with truth?
Pastor Steven Furtick
Two thousand eighteen was a tiring year because things didn’t happen the way I planned and I was unhappy about it. I thought I was going to leave my day job to focus on blogging, dedicate more time to family, publish two articles per week, a video twice a month, exercise on a regular basis and miraculously become wiser, more understanding and empathetic once I hit forty.
Instead, I was supposed to learn that if things are not happening the way I wanted, there is a bigger picture that I don’t see. Maybe things are not supposed to happen the way I planned at all. What if I am supposed to stay where I am to soften a bit, become more patient and surrender? The hardest part was to accept that Universe has its plan which may have nothing to do with mine.
2018 was about working hard (like a little ant) and learning hard lessons. Most of the time I felt like Sysipus, rolling my boulder up the hill for it to roll down once I was near the top. It was not a successful year when it comes to material gains (because I didn’t become a full-time blogger), I got annoyed many times when people were asking me to justify myself (aka – questions about Instagram followers, number of likes and comments), and most of the time I didn’t feel appreciated and accepted.
But as one of my girlfriends said, I have always been the odd one, and that’s my strength. I am learning to embrace situations that push my buttons as they show me on which issues I still need to work.
Throughout the year I kept looking for small things to be grateful. That’s what helped me the most. And there were plenty: I am alive, every day when I woke up, I got a new chance to live, our family is healthy, we are happy together (at least I am thankful for having such kind, loving, understanding and generous husband). Alex and I both have a well-paid job which allows us to support Chloe-Sofia’s growth and development, we have great relationships with our in-laws, and we live in a safe and beautiful country.
Ultimately, a blog is an online platform, and Instagram is an app. They can’t replace human interaction and relationships that we build face-to-face. Reality is not as glamorous as a polished Instagram feed, but that’s the only tangible thing we have.
What is your opinion on Instagram versus reality?