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Nr. 35

Today’s post could’ve been so negative, I feel I had all the elements and rights to whine and complain, but utilizing my somewhat blunt reality check I managed to figuratively slap my self in the face (with a fish?). It might not seem like it judging from my previous self loathing posts, but I actually don’t like to listen to myself complain and being negative. It doesn’t really help me in any way and it is certainly not interesting for you who are reading this (thank you 2 people 😅❤️)

So instead I will focus on what has been positive. I managed to go grocery shopping and...I can’t believe I bought a selfie stick! 

When I was at the cabin a couple of weeks ago by myself I found my Dad’s selfie stick (yup, he has one). I tried it and it actually gave much better results. I use ‘better’ kinda loose as no selfie stick will turn me handsome, but at least I don’t have to lens correct the damn wide angle which makes my face even more ridiculous than it already is.

On a more serious note...I’m contemplating shutting my instagram account down. At least the original one. I might keep the personal one. It generates less and less activity, and the reasons for that are plenty. I’m less active on instagram than I used to and people sort of forget about you. There’s also the algorithm that will ‘hide’ your posts the less interactive you are. And of course that both my images and captions are not of good quality or interest. There are some loyal friends who still comments and sends me encouraging messages. Those are the ones I will feel really guilty about for leaving. Especially since I’m not on Facebook anymore either. 


Even though this blog is next to worthless for anyone else than myself, I feel this is where I can just blab and not think about quality. Which is just so unambitious that I might figuratively slap myself again. Yet it is appealing to just don’t push myself creatively...at least for now. I’m sure it will return to me. The need to create and communicate artistically. But for now I might need to put my photography days on the shelf. I will give this a lot more thought as I feel it’s a big change for me. 

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