A little while ago, my manager asked everyone in the team to send her a song. She wanted to bundle our songs into a big playlist on Spotify. Happily, I sent her one of my
A sharing world
We live in a sharing world. Our travel memories no longer live in photo albums. Our bodies no longer get shared with our partners alone. F
ordinarity of the little things
I am thinking about that plate of pasta that doesn’t look Instagrammable, but that tastes like that summer you have had in Rome when you were 16. The trip you took to your grandma’s little village, that made you feel more alive than all the fancy city breaks you have been on recently. The rom-com that doesn’t appeal to the sophisticated taste of your audience, but that you have watched more times than you can remember. And that song you play on repeat, even if it is a little sentimental. There are so many things in our life that give us incredible joy.
A little checklist
Don’t get me wrong. I am a big proponent for owning every part of yourself. For being proud to listen to oversentimental music and going to Italy over and over again, even if it means you run out of travel tips to share. I love it when bloggers share their guilty pleasures and people on Instagram share their no-makeup selfies and dimpled bums. And I am no stranger to sharing vulnerable stories and questionable taste myself. But I also
- Would I mind having to justify myself over this?
- Can I take potential criticism about this?
- Am I offering the receiver something valuable by sharing this?
- Do I mind my boss seeing this? (In case of online sharing)
If the answer isn’t an unequivocal yes to all questions, then I am becoming more and more inclined not to share it. Particularly for the ordinary things. The things that give me so much joy, but that might be just a little tainted when shared with someone who doesn’t experience the same joy from these things.
Because being able to find private joy in
Are you a sharer or do you like to keep some things to yourself?