I did a lot of fun stuff this weekend.
Two ugly sweater parties. Tons of laughing with friends. A manicure. A haircut. A date.
Too many Christmas treats. A Criminal Minds marathon. We paid someone to bathe Penny (what a treat!) We ordered pizza.
And I have zero pictures to show you.
[Tisk, tisk, Colleen The Blogger.]
I love blogging because I love writing and connecting with others. On the flip side, I find myself at odds with blogging because it impedes on my mindfulness practice.
To remain relevant in the blogging community you need to be constantly connected, constantly sharing, constantly sticking your phone in the middle of genuine moments to “capture” them – and that doesn’t jive well with me.
For instance, when I was getting my nails done this weekend, I watched a mother sit in a pedicure chair scrolling through her cell phone while her 7-ish year old daughter sat in a chair next to her looking bored. The only interaction I saw between them was when the mother suggested that they take a selfie.
They smiled, looked excited and after the picture was snapped, Mom went back to her phone and daughter literally twiddled her thumbs.
I imagine the Facebook caption being something akin to “Mommy-daughter day with my best girl!”
The whole thing made me sad.
I’m guilty of allowing social media to interfere with my real life social interactions at times, but it’s something I’m actively working on correcting. What does that mean for me as a blogger? I don’t know. But I know it can only mean positive growth for me as a person.