I’ve been chasing everyone else’s idea of success
I forgot what mine was.

They tell us to go to school, get good grades, get into college and settle into your career. We work shitty paying jobs for 40-60+ hours a week to get a paycheck that pays of the student loans for the education we were told we needed. We are given a "blueprint" to success without being told how hard that map might be - what potholes we may hit. I have been toying around with the idea of success and what it actually means to me. It's not money, cars or the big house. It's finding a level of happiness no one else can touch. It's waking up every single morning excited about what that day might bring. It's a world where I'm allowed to be creative in a field i love without monetary limitations. 

Social media has butchered my idea of success. I have witnessed the rise of the instagram model, blogger and fitspo girl. I have watched people like myself struggle to find their niche. I have compromised who I am because I am chasing after likes and follows so I can see the 'K' behind my follower count and for what? What does having 10,000 followers mean to me. Honestly, I'm not sure. I don't think I was ever really sure I just knew it was something I needed if I wanted to be seen as a success. 

I'm learning to take a step back and create the content I love. Travel the world with my best friend and document it WITHOUT thinking about the perfect backdrop that will get me the most likes. I'm learning to be ok with only getting 50-60 likes per photo without beating myself up. I'm trying to get back to when creating/shooting/writing was fun before the politics of the blogging world came in and stole my joy. 

My mom always said, 'comparison is the thief of joy' and I'm starting to see it. 

I am me and thats got to be better than hundreds of likes.