I love Instagram.
Okay, I loooooooove Instagram. How is it that such a simple tool can be such a powerful tool in one’s everyday life?
Photos are the building blocks of memories; they add depth to them—similar to the way that smells or taste bring you back to a particular place in your mind. Instagram adds to that by letting you take a step back and observing what you’ve really been doing with your time; its proof of how one is growing and evolving as a person.
After my zillionth time of hitting the ‘home’ button on my Instagram feed, I realized how blessed I am with where I’m at in life. All of the tiny individual photos are part of a bigger whole; a world of intense color and motion and change.
In just the few weeks of returning from Panama, I’ve adjusted to life back in my home in Petworth, reunited with my best girlfriends, and continue bettering my skills in my favorite art form that I’m lucky enough to call work. I’m experiencing spring in the city, gardening in my very own garden, biking around the city, and making friends all over.
It’s never not in a state of chaos; but it’s a beautiful blur of chaos. It’s my chaos. And I love it.
