On Instagram, everyone's life seemed infinitely more exciting than mine. At least the ones I zeroed in on in my most vulnerable moments. Washboard smooth stomachs in teeny bikinis doing upside down splits under the rainforest canopy. A panorama of floating vacationers from a beachside view in Tulum, Mexico. Popular entrepreneurs with outfits on fleek guest paneling conferences. People that impress me posing with other people that intimidate me.
And there I sat, on my $70 couch scrolling others' dreams realized, while fighting myself over whether to hoof it to 7-Eleven for nachos . . . extra cheese. Was my life really that lame or did it just look like it when compared to everyone else's?
I cut up a mango and sprayed the plants. It was as much rainforest as I was going to get in my here and now. And somehow, that was good enough.