I love taking photos. Not because I’m very good at it (because I’m not), but because I love being able to scroll through them when I’m bored and reminisce the fun times. The photos don’t have to be anything special, because the memory is special. However, I feel like social media is stealing that away from me.
Michael and I have just returned from an amazing two and a half week holiday in Australia and New Zealand for my brother’s wedding. It was an amazing time to explore new countries and new ways of doing things. Now obviously this is a prime time for taking loads of pictures, and I did, but then I’d get to the end of the day and flick through what I took and feel disappointed because I didn’t manage to get photos that I feel are worthy of posting to Instagram. Somehow that made the awesome-ness of the day less awesome. What rubbish!
It’s a horrible thing, that we (or I) feel like I need to live up to some sort of standard of photo to be able to share my experiences with those back home who genuinely are interested in what I’m up to. I was thinking about this almost every day while away and when I checked my bloglovin feed back at home I saw that I’m not the only one.
Something’s got to change. What that is I’m not sure yet. But, the value of my everyday experience cannot be determined by the Insta-worthiness of the photos that I took (or didn’t take) while experiencing them.