I was in a conversation a few weeks ago in which a woman that I know was considering starting an Instagram movement called “My Not-So-Perfect Life.” I love the idea.
I’m a dreamer. A huge one. I spend most of my time thinking about things should be or how they could be better. But these completely unrealistic standards have started negatively affecting some of the really important parts of my life. And that’s, well…that’s a problem.
And then it dawned on me.
As I scrolled through Facebook and Instagram like I do everything morning, I realized at least one part of the problem. I read Facebook posts and Insta pictures of everyone’s perfectly described, perfectly framed, and perhaps most significantly, perfectly FILTERED life. And that’s all we see of each other on our primary mode of “connection” these days. Perfection.
There it is. False expectations set - and I begin spending too much time complaining about my not-so-perfect-but-pretty-good-life because it doesn’t look like the perfect life I’ve dreamed of. And because it doesn’t look like everyone else’s perfect life around me.
And the newsflash for me today is that perfection doesn’t exist. There are no perfect days or perfect plans or perfect people. There are no perfect schedules, perfect fixes, or perfect organization schemes. It’s all good and valuable at best. Perfection is not to be seen. And to pursue it leaves you wanting.
So…there’s my grand revelation. The dramatic side of me is tempted to delete my Instagram. And I may do that for a season. I could use a break from the standards I find myself trying to live up to. Maybe if I stop trying to snap that perfect picture on the perfect day with my perfect friends then I can just enjoy the not-so-perfect-but-really-good-life I’ve been given. I would love that. I would love it more than anything.
Help me Jesus. And help us all let the standards go.