In February I realized something... I realized Instagram was getting too much of a hold on me. The pretty pictures of the lives we live on line, the travel, glamor, fun, outings, fabulous meals and so on... and I was sitting in the dark, nursing a baby for the 1000th time, spit up on my shoulder, with dirty hair feeling badly about my life. Why? Because I gave my power away to the scroll. So I left. I took a break and didn’t return for a few months. A lot happened in the space of that time, one of the major things being the passing of our beloved grandpa Ken. The beauty held in his passing was that Charlotte got to meet so much family from all over the country. She got to meet two great grandmas (mine bring 96 years of age). And above all we all got to be together to honor a man whose life will have impacts on generations to come. I’m not sure how I feel about this world right now, the way things are, but I know my value and worthiness has nothing to do with a few tiny images and the “likes” they receive. Where do you stand with social media? How do you find balance and boundaries? I’d love to hear.