I’ve seen a lot of reminders lately about the potential dangers of sites like Pinterest. I nod my head in agreement with wise women who warn us about comparison and jealousy. Amen! We should learn to be content with where we are and what we have! But sometimes, it ain’t easy.
I’ve struggled with this so much in the past that it took me a couple of years to warm up to Pinterest. I worried that if I jumped in feet first, I might get swallowed up in a DIY world of competition and materialism. I feared that I might become obsessed with a fantasy of what my life could look like, that I’d forget how great my life already was. As silly as it may sound, I was scared of what the website might do to my heart. So my account just sat.
Over the last few months, though, I’ve learned to enjoy its fruits. I’m physically unable to spend the time, money, & energy I’d like to on decorating my house. Or dressing my children. Or turning trash into treasure. But I’ve found that I can spend little chunks of free time surfing the site for ideas, without feeling obligated to create them and cram them into my own life. I can appreciate others’ hard work, no strings attached. I can use the creativity I find to make use of resources and ideas that already float around inside my home and my head. I haven’t ventured into the world of Pinterest recipes yet, but I’m sure deliciously healthy & affordable large-family ideas await me.
I’m actually surprised by how much I’m enjoying this online cataloging/scrap-booking of sorts. I don’t struggle with discontentment like I thought I would. I even keep a board entitled Dreamland, to celebrate beautiful concepts that I might never own or experience. It’s simply been a matter of guarding my heart and setting realistic expectations for myself, my family, my belongings, and my goals.
I’m sold, y’all… officially a fan of Pinterest!