I need to stop.
Stop scrolling. Stop wanting. Stop feeding my mind with superficial desires.
Lately, I find myself consumed by the flashy Instagram accounts and their red carpet worthy wardrobe and home decor that Joanna Gaines herself would envy.
I used to just look and admire. Lately, I look and want. I look and suddenly feel like I NEED these things.
I need the outfits. The holiday decor. The endless clothing. The newest fashion. The stylish decor.
I suddenly need it all. Want it all. Wish for it all. Like somehow adding these things to my life will fulfill me in new ways.
I need to stop. I need to refocus. I need to unfollow and rewind. I’ve filled my feed with people that have made me less appreciative of my own life and more ambitious to seek the lives, houses, and closets of complete strangers.
That isn’t me. That’s not how I was raised. That’s not my heart and not my soul.
Those things are not important.
I need to stop. I need to refill my page and feed with people that inspire me to be better and do better. None of which has anything to do with the light fixtures in my house or the brand of clothing I wear.
It feels hollow to constantly scroll just to feel less and want more. It’s not the influencers fault and it’s not the fault of social media. It’s something within me. Which tells me it’s time to move on and reevaluate the pages I follow and the inspiration I seek.
I don’t need to better my house.
I don’t need to grow my closet.
I don’t need to book an appointment with the best stylists, lash gals, brow gals or plastic surgeons.
I am proud of the woman I am. And I need to remind myself of that when I’m scrolling past a page that challenges that thought.
I am enough. You are enough. And we don’t need the latest distressed denim or flocked tree to value our worth.
