Plate of Pinterest: My Future Unfolds in my Hands

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     Okay guys! Welcome to 2026. Like many of you, I too have some New Year’s resolutions. But I’m curious, what are yours? Me? Well, I’m planning to hit the gym more (of course), eat more vegetarian meals (which I will tell you more about later), frame a painting, write more songs, become a medical assistant, and graduate this year! All of which, my eyes have been opened to by Pinterest. And no this is not a sponsor, unless they want it to be wink wink…


    As I spend countless hours adding the creme de la creme of pins to my future boards, my future unfolds in my hands. Until I become this newer, greater, hotter version of myself. And oh? What’s that?...She's fake. That girl literally doesn’t exist. But she shows me who I could be. 


    A figment of my imagination turned literal and tangible. Carefully designed by me lifting a finger. The ego embodied on my unsocial social media shows me who I could be and everything I’m not yet. And that feels slightly dystopian. It makes me afraid, just a little bit. Because, what if I’m not the girl that can deadlift 200lbs, or cook restaurant-level meals, or crochet 30 sweaters in a single year?  Every time I just rot for a day, I feel like I’m letting that curated version of myself down and I will die doing nothing momentous, having lived my life for nothing.  


    Anddd you see how quickly your life can spiral when you try and measure up to this leaning-Tower-of-Pisa pedestal you call your dream self?! Dreams are supposed to be achieved when our eyes are closed. When we try to convince our waking selves that every facet of our lives should be sleeping, we’ll never truly open our eyes and wake up. 


    Now let’s change the narrative. A perspective shift if you will. Hold my hand, and I’ll guide you because I'm still learning this too. We are allowed to desire certain aspects of ourselves and utilize Pinterest as a tool. Like when we eat food, bite by bite in moderation. Moderation for modernity. You can be chic and realistic. You can cook using groceries from the Grocery Outlet. And if you’re rubbing your eyes and thinking I’ve lost the plot, you’re probably right. Not because I’m on a tangent, but because life is not linear like a post and pin on Pinterest. 


    Sometimes life throws you a curveball to your teeth and you just gotta spit out the fragments and hope they grow back the same. Just like Pinterest will show you an ad for McDonald’s when you’re looking up healthy recipes. And before you know it, you’re eating a McFlurry at 12am spitting out your teeth in the parking lot feeling desolate and a complete lack of discipline. Not because you can’t handle the 75 hard challenge version of you that you clicked away at, but because you’re human. Oh, the humanity, girl! Let’s not give into remorse.


    Just keep smiling that gummy girl smile babe and hope those teeth grow back the same (or better! I have a Pinterest board for that!) And while we’re at it, pass me another spoon, because that McFlurry looks really good. We’ll save the healthy recipes for another day. So until then – Pass the plate, I’m hungry for more information.


-KSF

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