not sure if you’ve heard of pinterest but it’s a website where you “pin” different things that you like. clothes, house decor, photography, and more. at first, i liked it. i thought it was a clever idea and it was almost addicting to keep looking at all of these perfect and pretty pictures all for “inspiration.” the more i thought about it, i wondered if i was wasting some of my time and if it was just another thing to follow. i know that the internet takes some of my time away from my family already, and i really didn’t need something else grabbing my attention.

i also wonder about those who are looking at all of the beautiful pictures on pinterest and blogs hoping that their future includes that perfect house, perfect furniture, and great clothes. most of those pictures are not really realistic and leave out a lot of the messes that are in our daily lives. it sets up for some unrealistic expectations that i may never attain and leaves me sitting there looking at things that i wish i had.

pinterest, blogs, and other similar websites are not necessarily bad…i’m just sitting here writin’ down my thoughts. a while ago, i decided not to look at any fashion magazines because i didn’t want the pressure to look a certain way. i also didn’t want to become discontent with what i had. people might say pinterest or fashion blogs are like magazines but really, a magazine comes out maybe once a month. you have the same magazine lying around for a good thirty days. but now, i feel like there are images and pictures everywhere at anytime- a constant media feed. just like how i can control my own thoughts, i can also take control of what i am bringing into my life. i can take control of who i follow on twitter, on facebook, and what few blogs i read. envy, covetousness, and discontentment can easily take hold when we are constantly comparing our lives to others’. so i’m saying goodbye to pinterest, to comparing, and instead i’m simplifying my life and holding fast to Christ. He is my greatest treasure, inspiration…and interest.

love,
arielle