Ticket to fame 

  
We live in a world of immediate gratification. 
We Instagram our weddings, live tweet our babies births, vlog (that’s video logging, apparently) our puppies’ first sneeze, and spend hours agonising over which Pinterest inspired engagement/baby announcement we need most to wow our fellow facebookers. Political disagreements are won based on comment likes, (no different to voting then…) football scores are settled, and tv program endings are ruined, with the simple click of a button. 

I know this, because I’m guilty of it. 
All of it. 
Hell. I’m probably subconsciously writing this in the vain hope that it will be read and shared on Facebook, Twitter and linkedin. reblogged, liked and visible on Huffpost, that I shall achieve internet greatness thanks to one simple blog post, and that fame is an easy career.
 I could launch in to a rant about how technology controls us. That we’re desensitised to our lives being overrun by gadgets, and that we don’t know how to have a real discussion anymore. That we share too much, that lives are no longer sacred, and our social media obsession is creating human beings that have no interaction skills. I could. But I won’t. I enjoy technology. It makes long distance relationships with family and friends easier. It sends photos of my bolognese covered child to his Nana at 3pm because nana loves a toddler photo. 
It lets me reach out to many people, with immediate effect. An “I miss you” at the touch of a button. 
It is also instant thoughts and feelings, and sometimes sharing that piña Colada at 3am, or telling your husband you miss him, right now, at 2.02 pm. 

So you carry on instagramming your perfect 3 week post partum tummy, and I will continue to tweet my favourite makeup, and try and make a living from social media. 
If you can’t beat it, go ahead and join it! 
Ciao

Zx 

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      1. Aww, i just had a baby myself so i know all about those night time feedings. It’s admirable that you still have the energy to write such beautiful pieces during such an exhausting period. Definite props to you!

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      2. Our son is is 16.5 months now. The first 6 months with a newborn are exhausting, but oh so rewarding. It’s almost like, as a mama, you realise that the exhausted happy tiredness you feel now, is like no other tiredness, but the rewards are like no other high! All the best with your little Pearson! X

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