What do these likes mean to me?

It doesn’t feel particularly good when you upload a picture on Instagram and it gets significantly lower likes than usual. You didn’t post it for the likes but you hoped it would perform as good as usual or at least only slightly lower.

But when your image gets 40% of your average likes, you can’t help but start to question things.

Why is nobody liking my picture?

Did I post at the wrong time?

Was my picture really that bad?

Maybe if I come off Instagram for a little while the likes will be there when I go back to it.

As humans many of us have this habit of attaching meaning and feelings to situations that could be totally neutral. Share a picture because you want to share it and leave it at that.

If you feel some type of way about the numbers of likes you’ve gotten ask yourself ‘What do these likes mean to me?

Often the answer is some form of validation, that what you’ve shared is good enough. Many of us take it one step further and attach that validation to our sense of self.

Breaking news

I went on to Facebook and saw a post from Seth Godin. If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you’ll have seen my many references to and mentions of Seth Godin.

People like you and people like me

What would Seth Godin say?

Less Seth, More me

Telling stories and being heard

Godin, writers block and the inner monologue

Anyway the post on Facebook said that Seth is back on Instagram  (his last post was a few years ago).

So of course I went straight from Facebook to Instagram and clicked follow.

It’s a small and perhaps insignificant thing to some yet it brought joy to my day. Seth is someone who I’ve learnt a lot from and for those that don’t know, he’s the reason I started this blog.

If any of you are interested follow Seth Godin @sethgodin on Instagram.

Wasted curiosity

Whilst browsing on Instagram a week or so ago I came across the account of someone that I haven’t seen in years. My curiosity got the better of me and I clicked to see what was on their feed. It was one of those times where I knew I didn’t need to look but I just couldn’t help myself.

Sometimes I hold onto the past and live as though the world will stand still and give me time to adjust but as The Jezabels sing ‘it goes on’. That reality is kind of beautiful whilst also making me realise how easy it can be to waste time.

I have spent so much time ruminating on things that don’t matter and it only seems like they do because I give them so much attention.

So here’s to being more present, I guess.