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The Art of Caring Less
A short musing.
Everything today centers on being perfect, and I’m sick of it.
I consider posting a picture to social media, but nope, not perfect. Can’t post it. Because how can I compare to the beautiful world that lives on Instagram? My picture wasn’t taken with a $10,000 camera and it definitely wasn’t edited with pastel colors that properly align with the hues in the photo.
My clothes aren’t dripping with exquisite taste or nailing down the popular street style I so often see celebrities pulling off. I’m just, well, me and the picture captures that. I don’t look like I have my life together or I’m “living my best life.” It’s just me in a picture, probably with a dog, being me. But I don’t feel qualified to post it because it doesn’t meet the social media standards of today.
I begin writing to what I hope will be a perfectly written, maybe a touch witty, article that grasps my point articulately. The words are flowing and my fingers are sprinting across the keys until I start to slow down about ¾ of the way through. Abruptly, I come to a halt. I reread what I’ve written, and I feel disappointed.
The article reads okay, but it’s not something that I know everyone will appreciate. I see a few sentences that could be rearranged to better describe what I’m trying to convey. I spy a few grammatical…
