I have a confession: I spend a lot of time on Pinterest.

It could be worse. Years ago, my ex-husband and I traveled to Omaha, Nebraska, to attend the shareholder meeting for Warren Buffet’s company, Berkshire Hathaway. We held some stock in the company, and making it to a meeting was on my husband’s Bucket List, so off we went. The entire city of Omaha was taken over by shareholders; every hotel was booked, every available car was rented. The culmination of the weekend was an afternoon spent in a giant stadium, with Warren Buffet and his team on a very tiny stage while more than twenty thousand people watched.

Shareholders could line up at microphones to ask questions of Mr. Buffet, and I was struck by his folksiness as he answered each one. When a woman questioned some of the decisions he had made with the stock, this was his response (paraphrased): “You can question my call on that, sure. I also probably shouldn’t spend several hours each day playing solitaire on my computer, but it happens and life goes on.”

No one in my world seems to care that I have amassed more than 5,400 pins, and life does go on.

Truthfully, I could probably stand to spend a little less time scouring the site and pinning, but as I said last week as I was taking a break from writing an article to pin a few recipes, Pinterest is possibility porn to me. While perusing it, anything could happen. I could sew, I could cook, I could make clever things. I could have a house that is inviting and warm and a sanctuary. I could be a person who meditates regularly and beautifully Bullet Journals the bejesus out of my life. I could make time for tea and hosting the perfect parties. All of that potential exists in that site—more than 90 “boards” of possibilities.

In reality, I have many sewing projects started and not completed. They have been tucked into baskets in my closet so they are out of sight and off the kitchen table. I cook dinner for myself and my partner, but we barely have room for even one dinner guest to join us and often settle on quick and lazy meals as we go about building businesses and trying to make our way through Downton Abbey.

My home is tiny, but comfortable, and the table where we eat dinner is usually covered in the remains of the day and the overflow of ideas and documents from my desk, which is just a few feet away. I do meditate most days and live in a life that is pretty free from external stress (I can always create plenty of my own!) and has a lot of ease, but I also have days where I stay in my pyjamas and don’t look up from writing the book until the sun is heading down, and I am hungry and disoriented, with my eyes begging to stop looking at a screen.

Pinterest is my escape and my daydream. In a world that feels like I am often limited my constraints of time, space and my own energy, I like the abundance of it. When I open the app on my phone or the window on my browser, I’m reminded that so much is out there, and will be there when I am ready for it.

I invite you to join me there—along with the 550+ recipes I may or may not make for dinner tonight, you’ll find a lot of ‘relationshippy’ words of wisdom and date night ideas. See you there!

 

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