Instagram is the devil (for me)

On Sunday, I uninstalled the ‘gram from my phone. The pastor preached about fasting and how if something consumes all your time and energy that it becomes your god. I agreed with that 100% and knew what I had to do as soon as I got to my car. Like most people, I have a love-hate relationship with social media. I love the makeup tutorials, but hate the arguments in the comments. Had a MySpace, but I completely refuse to get a Facebook profile. Last summer, I decided to get on Instagram.

I waste a lot of time on Insta. I’ve noticed that I haven’t been reading, studying, completing my house projects or working on my charity work, but I had plenty of time to scroll my timeline. Now, I am not bashing Instagram or social media. I learned how to color correct my undereye bags and found some bad-ass restaurants because of the ‘gram.  I just noticed it was becoming a black hole of time for me. In a way, it was my god.

Today is Day 3 for me and I admit that I pick up my phone and look for that icon, but then I remember why I uninstalled it. So, here’s to finished novels, blessing bags for the homeless, organized bathroom shelves and learning sign language. Here’s to freedom.


The world is not enough…

My neighbor is a habitual violator. He parks his cars all over the cul-de-sac and even in other people’s driveways. On Saturday, I took the trash out to the curb for pickup. We keep our trash in a can on the side of the house. I noticed a garbage bag with Domino’s pizza boxes and Aquafina bottle. Hubbie and I are not a consumer of either brand. So, Mr. Neighbor must have decided to throw his trash in our can. What the actual fuck?

The world is not enough…

Summer vacation is in full swing. I only want to go to Destin, Dallas, Santo Domingo, Las Vegas and Bora Bora before I have to toil and work my life away in August. I just came back from Miami and here I am trying to go somewhere else even though my bank account is screaming at me to sit the fuck down. But I am hardheaded and I like to pretend I am socialite, I want to go already.

The world is not enough…

The Need to Go

Back from Miami and it was great. It was relaxing, fun and exciting. Next year, we are going to LA. I enjoyed lots of Cuban food and drinks, met lots of Uber drivers and spent countless hours at the beach. The thing about vacation is not necessarily where you go (although it is important), but how you are so far away from home so you can’t do anything about it. The biggest concerns we had was dinner and how long we were going to lounge on the beach.

Now, I’ve been home and I am ready to go somewhere else. Destin, Florida or Wimberly, Texas. (I am a Texas girl.) I have this innate need to book a flight or a hotel or just get in my car and see something I’ve never seen before. Having a vacay to look forward to makes life a little more exciting. It’s easier to sacrifice a weekend at home when you have a flight to catch soon. Even saving money becomes fun as you watch your fun account increase every week.

My husband doesn’t want to go anywhere. I have to remember that I am off for the summer, not everybody else. Although, I wish he was off (paid, preferably) for 2 weeks, so we can travel. I do miss traveling with him.