I have recently been troubled by my own Instagram fascination. Yes, I scroll and like a lot, especially because I keep an eye on the community of 60plus (and 50plus and ageing-gracefully) bloggers. And I have been posting selfies regularly.
"Pretty me" can't be all ...
Putting myself out there in cool clothes and cute postures gets me “likes” … and I find myself staring at the phone more and more hungrily to check the little hearts. At the same time I feel a sense of shame about being so superficial: posting happy clothes pics! What in the world is that good for? What does it add to anyone’s quality of life?
Why should anyone be interested in my own little life?
Beata, all-round encourager:: of art and artists of Nepal, of a preschool in Kathmandu, of the great work of encouragement based on Adlerian psychology and the Theo Schoenaker's concept!