It would be easy to get weird here. to be apologetic, as if there were an obligation. I could also try to tell myself that I have to make up for two days with no posts by writing something extra long and good. not going to do it.
I read a rant about the hashtag #blessed that became an instant cliche on twitter and instagram. I can't speak to snapchat; that's not a platform I use. but there was something in the critique that stuck with me -- it was a humblebrag, ooh, look what I got kind of thing. and I get it. there is something disingenuous about public gratitude, because it puts one's possessions and accomplishments forward into others' view and says, "look! lookee what I got!" it can also become a "ooh, my life is so perfect and I am so evolved" form of self-aggrandizement, and quickly from there becomes easy to use ironically:
"baby puked all night. cleaned up the dog poop from the floor. out of coffee. #blessed"
but really, this morning, I want to use that hashtag. I want to publicly celebrate what feels good, what brings me joy, what has me singing. but I feel shy about it, afraid my own joy might make others feel bad. maybe without the hashtag, maybe just saying, today I am grateful for...
Sara lives in Minnesota with her wife, their son, and a lot of cats and turtles. She coaches waldorf moms and other sparkly unicorns, helping them find wonder, ease, and contentment. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.