I have a total love-hate relationship with Pinterest.
Anyone with creative tendencies, and those who have missing parts of their day due to what I like to call “imaginative black-outs” will probably be able to relate.
All others: don’t bother reading any further.
From hairstyles to health tips to home decorating inspo, the plethora of visual ideas on Pinterest is endless—that’s the cool part.
The less fun part, for me anyway, is achieving that same, sought-after look.
And that’s what it is, right? A look. The whole fascination with Pinterest is in its visually stimulating appeal. Never mind that the photo of that model with the casually tousled hairstyle in that perfect color you love so much actually was the result of four professional hairstylists in a combined effort of 92 man-hours’ worth of labor, $467.27 worth of hair products and styling tools, and a twelve-hour photo shoot producing 1,934 shots from which that perfect pic of “naturally beautifully” hair was chosen.
Alone in my bathroom, armed with my best guess at ingredients from Sally’s Beauty Supply, under the dim glow of a light fixture needing two bulbs replaced…just isn’t a fair match. But still we try, don’t we? I know I’m not alone in this.
In all fairness though, I can’t hold Pinterest entirely accountable for my chronic despair in falling short of my ideals. I was this way long before there was such a thing as the Internet. I guess these tools just make it a more exaggerated experience.
Still, however short I fall in getting my hair just right or building a garden fountain identical to the one I pinned, I’m buoyed by the realization that it is the striving itself that counts most, not the end result.
My grandmother is 96 years old and still going strong. She says she can’t die yet because she feels there’s still so much she wants to do; things she hasn’t accomplished yet. I’m pretty sure I will be that same way. And regardless of what my efforts yield, I realize an end result should never be the goal anyway. As we live and grow and age and change, so should our ideals.
I’m old enough now to look back over the years and see how much change I’ve created; how many re-inventions of my life and myself I’ve undergone.
For me, that’s what keeps life interesting and fulfilling… not hitting some finite end point, but continuing to stretch. Always trying; forever reaching.