My friend Molly texted our small group what we in our family call “a scathingly brilliant idea” this week.
Her thought was to create an Instagram account called “My Real Life”. She even sent us the first two posts. I love her and I want to give her high fives.
There’s a healthy drive for authenticity everywhere these days.
A backlash against Martha Stewart crafty perfection, and happy clappy Christians who “have it all together”, and women who are expected to bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan while simultaneously helping their kids with a science project involving earthworms and looking like Tina Fey (with her sense of humor).
This longing for “real” is good. We’re responding to fakery and stress tied to impossible standards.
But what about aspiring to our better selves? Continue reading
