People Think My Life Is Glamorous Because of Social Media. Here’s the Reality.

People Think My Life Is Glamorous Because of Social Media. Here’s the Reality.

Sometimes I feel like people assume my life looks a certain way because of what they see online. But the truth? My life is really normal, beautifully, imperfectly normal, most days. As much as I try to share the most authenic parts of me, people also still assume it must be different because of my “job”.

I still wake up and stare at my ceiling some mornings, overwhelmed before the day even begins.

I dont have hired help. I still wash my own dishes. I still let the laundry pile up. I still walk past messes and say, “I’ll deal with that tomorrow,” three days in a row.

I drive my twice used old ass car — not because I can’t upgrade, but because it runs fine and it’s paid off. That kind of peace is worth more to me than shiny things right now.

Most days, I’m in sweats and a t-shirt that’s seen better days. Hair up probably because it hasn’t been washed in a week, no makeup (or makeup i accidently fell asleep in last night😅) just doing my best to keep up with life while trying to stay present for the things that actually matter.

And truthfully… I still get scared sometimes.

Even with everything I’ve built, financial fear still creeps in. I still worry about the future, about stability, about being enough. I still have days where I question everything.

But I also have days where I pause and look around — and I’m filled with so much gratitude I could cry.

Gratitude for the roof over my head.

For the people I love.

For the quiet moments, the hard lessons, and the simple things I used to dream about.

Social media shows the highlights — I get that. But the reality is, most of life happens in the in-between. In the quiet. In the unfiltered. In the ordinary, sacred mess.

If you’ve ever looked at someone online and felt like you’re behind — don’t. Most of us are just winging it. Trying. Falling short. Starting over. Loving hard. Crying in the shower. Reheating coffee three times. And hoping no one opens the junk drawer or closet. 

So if you’re in your own season of “just getting through,” I see you. You’re not behind. You’re not failing. You’re living. And that’s more than enough.

Keep going. And don’t forget to give yourself some credit — you’re doing tter than you know. 🤍