I found myself with thirty free minutes this afternoon . . . thirty minutes to myself because my toddler fell asleep watching a movie on the couch. We don’t bother with nap time anymore, so sleep-filled afternoons are a rarity. Snuggled next to him I didn’t realize he had dozed off until I heard his little snores. I laid him down, cozied up with a blanket and wondered what I’d do with this unexpected gift of time.
My attention turned to a stack of magazines on the kitchen table. I grabbed the mags and my coffee and sat in blissful peace with nothing to do except be inspired by the pages I turned.
It didn’t take long for my heart to be weighted by frustration and envy.
I wish my closet was that organized.
Why can’t I seem to accessorize my living room so fabulously?
Maybe I can make that yummy dessert after I lose 5 more pounds. . .
I love magazines. They are my guilty pleasure. I love being inspired by beautiful layouts and expertly put together outfits. I love getting ideas for color and space and family meals. But I often find myself frustrated and judged after perusing pages filled with breathtaking images and ideas. And don’t even get me started on Pinterest. If magazines pull me into a deep state of discontent, Pinterest pulls me deeper. {Can I get an amen?!}
I know I am missing the point of inspiration and do more damage than good when I allow myself to covet what I see rather than be motivated by it. Yet I can’t keep myself away.
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