Instagram is making my brain hurt. I just joined it. (Late adopter, yessir!) I guess what's hard about it is that I mainly use my laptop, not my phone, but it seems like it's made for phones.

Ahhhh journaling. This feels good. I've been feeling slightly crazy today and this is helping.

Anyway, I am not a good Instagrammer. I don't live my life through pictures, I live it through words.

Plus, I am not sure I like the whole filtered look thing. I was thinking about it today and thinking to myself, "What is the next generation going to think about all these Instagram photos in 20 years when they look back? Are they going to wish they were clearer in color and sharpness?" I feel like I would wish that. I like my memories clear-cut like diamonds. Crystallized in memory. So much that I can see the feelings glinting off.

I try to see my mistakes clearly, perhaps because many people in my life don't see theirs at all. I probably err on the side of being too hard on myself, but you cannot appreciate the Good News without the bad news.

Even I don't see my biggest blind spots. That's a blog for another day, though, when I feel like really staring my shortcomings in the face. Right now I am just trying to make my brain stop shaking/buzzing before Micah wakes up. (Too much sugar today.)

-Stephanie

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