Hey friends. Thank you for giving me the space yesterday to practice my writing and vent my feelings about social media like an emo 12-year-old. I was chatting with my mom on the phone today and was trying to describe what I wrote about when she interrupted me: "Caroline, social media is your friend." I love my mom for just telling it to me straight sometimes. Social media is my friend. Yesterday, I just needed to get out of my own head a little bit, and writing helps with that. I feel so lucky to have such a safe space to practice my crafts. Talk about the pros of social media right there. Your comments and thoughts were so uplifting, friends.  And, I do love Instagram. I love the pretty pictures. I love following aesthetically beautiful accounts. I love feeling inspired by people's stories and adventures.(I just get angsty sometimes when I think about the pressure to curate a perfect "life in squares" as my photo buddy Heather puts it.)Some day I would like to reach a point where my Instagram is both filled with interesting, eye-catching pictures but also balanced with real life and the truth of who I am. I know many people who have cultivated that kind of beautiful -- but genuine -- online presence. Emily Hart. Rebecca Hammond. The aforementioned, Heather Gray.So, in the meantime, I'm just going to keep posting pictures I like. So, mostly pictures of Sophie and Charles (and maybe one or two of my husband and cat. Guys, I have a cat. Did you even know I have a cat? She's sweet but throws up a lot and pees in a box, so we have a love/hate relationship).  I'm just going to keep imperfectly documenting my life (Especially now that I know there's a company out there called chatbooks that will automatically send you photobooks -- real, tangible BOOKS, people, of your instagram feed every month. Has anyone tried it? DM me or email me if you have. Is it worth the hype?).Ok, I'm done with overthinking Instagram/social media for a while. I'm just going to enjoy it.