As I was scrolling through Facebook last night a post by Jessica from Here & Now caught my eye (admittedly her two adorable pugs were what originally made me stop mid scroll), but her caption is what made me stop and think for a minute – “I might present a “perfect life” on my blog, but in actuality, it is far from it & I’m coming to realize I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I stumbled across Jessica’s blog by way of Southern Blog Society a few months back, and the main reason I followed her was because I connected with how “real” she came across in all her posts. Her photo on Facebook last night confirmed that.
While I don’t think I paint a picture perfect life on my blog or social media, I get where she’s coming from. The Instagram photos of trips to NYFW and enough meals to feed a third world country make it seem like my life is really “cool.” When in reality it’s not that cool. I’m a single, 25-year-old, gay man living in Louisville, Kentucky who happens to have a couple of maxed out credit cards and long enough arms to take good overhead shots of food.
Most nights I sit at home watching Netflix plugging away behind the screen of 13 inch MacBook Pro. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again and again; I’ve never worked so hard for something in my entire life. I may love what I’m doing, but it’s definitely the hardest job I’ve ever had. My paychecks now solely depend on how hard I’m willing to work, how many e-mails I’m willing to send out, and how late I’m willing to stay up. My life is definitely far from perfect, and I’m glad it isn’t. Because if it was I’d have nothing to write about.