There’s something undeniably captivating about what I like to call “life inspiration” — whether it’s the stunning visuals in publications like Sunset, the minimalist elegance showcased in Real Simple, or the beautifully curated aesthetics of Pottery Barn catalogs. When Ikea’s annual idea book hits my mailbox, I’ve been known to rearrange my day to soak it all in. Even the less glamorous publications, like home improvement flyers or catalogs featuring bohemian apparel, have managed to satisfy my craving for aesthetic delight. And now, Pinterest has emerged as the ultimate one-stop shop for all my decorative desires: from floral arrangements to upcycled fashion, to deck designs and artisanal pickles.
Throughout the years, this “life inspiration” has imparted valuable lessons. For instance, a recent issue of Sunset revealed that every camping adventure merits a signature cocktail, ideally crafted with a unique bourbon sourced from a quaint Oregon town. I had naively believed that a six-pack of beer, chilling in the river, sufficed as a camping beverage — but clearly, I was misled.
The concept of being “well-dressed” has evolved for me. Gone are the days when I thought wearing matching shoes was sufficient. I’ve learned that those round-toed, nude ballet flats in my closet actually shorten my legs and must be replaced with pointy-toed alternatives. A simple change that can transform my look, thanks to the ironically named Real Simple. The illusion of gaining an extra half-centimeter in leg length has dramatically altered my perception of myself.
Then there are those pesky freckles, which have unfortunately been rebranded as “age spots” after I turned 40. Fortunately, I’ve discovered a five-step skincare regimen involving an array of chemical concoctions that promises to reduce their visibility. People might not even recognize me without my “age spots,” but clearly, this is a pressing issue, given the four-page spread dedicated to it.
Without these life inspirations, I’d remain blissfully unaware that every gadget in my home is a potential germ factory. After shaking off the disturbing imagery of a graduate student quantifying the “fecal matter” released into the air with every toilet flush, I resolved to devote two hours each week to sanitizing my devices—rather than indulging in a good book or a tranquil stroll on the beach.
Once, I embarrassingly showed up to a picnic with a haphazard assortment of leftovers from my fridge—a half-empty carton of cherry tomatoes, some tortilla chips, and a container of partially consumed hummus. However, after perusing my life inspiration sources, I realized that I needed to step it up. Pressed vegan banh mi was now the minimum standard; anything less would not suffice. I’d even need to consider lugging my portable smoker for an authentic West Coast clambake on reclaimed barn wood picnic tables, beautifully illuminated by custom luminaria. Instead, I brought along an old beach towel to sit on.
The allure of these magazine images is undeniable, with their perfectly arranged throw pillows, flattering lip colors, and trendy food trucks. Sometimes, after a couple of glasses of wine, it feels as though recreating those meals (like homemade pea and mint ravioli that requires 13 ingredients but takes just 30 minutes!) or sporting outfits that come with a $200 price tag will somehow elevate my life to the level I desire. This sentiment often peaks when my son insists he doesn’t need to shower, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, while I’m drowning in a sea of back-to-school paperwork and Cheerios scattered across the floor.
I yearn to be transported into that picturesque scene of a diverse group enjoying smoked duck in a sunlit meadow. But let’s face it—this is an illusion. It resembles a fairy tale for adults. Sure, I could craft such an existence if I abandoned my job, relinquished all hobbies, and evicted the three messy humans I share my life with. But I find joy in my work, I cherish my pastimes, and I’m somewhat fond of those three people. Trying to replicate the perfection I see on Pinterest is not only exhausting but also a half-hearted endeavor amidst the chaos of my actual life.
So, I’m embarking on a journey to sever ties with this relentless drive for life enhancement. Much like a dedicated 12-stepper or a calm Buddhist, I’m starting with the first step: acknowledging that my life inspiration keeps me trapped in a cycle of wanting and striving for unattainable perfection, which ultimately does not bring happiness.
Now, I just need to figure out the next steps. Perhaps I’ll ponder that while preparing the fire-roasted poblano sauce for the enchiladas I found on a food blog that looked absolutely perfect for tonight’s dinner guests.
Baby steps, my friends. Baby steps.
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