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I realize I haven't been "mentally present" on here lately. We've had a lot going on. Things got really hard there for awhile, but I feel like we're back to a good place, and I'm trying to catch my breath. You see, the cool thing about being married to Devin Ashby is that even the hard times are the best times. 

I have really been giving a lot of thought to this 21st century, social media infested lifestyle lately. This belief that we have all become so saturated with. That if we aren't constantly sharing what we are doing, we don't feel validated. If I don't post a car selfie with my starbucks drink, did I really even drink it? We feel like our good moments aren't good if we aren't telling everyone about it. 

Guess what I realized? It's not true. I've had a really great last few weeks, and I don't feel this innate urge to spill all the details on the internet. It's pretty refreshing. 

Don't get me wrong, I love social media. I give it less than a month before I'm the one posting the starbucks drink car selfie. I love instagram, and my photo app folder on my phone has more apps in it than the rest of the apps on my phone combined. I love it. I check it more than once every day, and I thoroughly enjoy it, but there's this line. And I'm really making an effort not to cross it. I don't mind the actual acts of social media (posting and checking very regularly, even multiple times a day), as much as I mind the effect it has on me mentally. I don't like it when I can pinpoint a certain thing I saw on the internet that flipped my day and dropped my self esteem. That's when I know I've crossed the line. When I realize it's affecting my mood, and encouraging negative thoughts about myself, and even others. I'd rather stick on the "just for the fun of it" side of it all. The grass really is greener over here. 

I guess I'd really just rather be using it all as a force for good. Posting things that are uplifting, but not self-righteous. Following and viewing things that make me happy, and inspire me, not make make feel jealous or bad about myself. There's such a big difference. I'm sick of it all turning into this "keep up with the jones'" crap. That makes no sense to me. Since when do we have to be the best? I don't care to be the best. I just want to be my best (yikes. stepping off the soap box before i take this too far and we all start making pinterest quotes out of this post!).

All that to say: things have been... amazing lately. I just don't feel the need to share all the details. At least not today.

*In other news: things are about to get less amazing, because Devin leaves for a big backpacking trip he's taking for school this week, and I won't see him until Sunday. So feel free to drive out of your way to bring me cookies, diet coke, and mexican food. I will also be accepting netflix promo codes and itunes giftcards.