The (Unhealthy) power of Instagram

If anyone knows me at all, they will know of my obsession with the picture sharing social media app that is known as Instagram (you can go follow me if ya fancy a cheeky peak here: georgiaefrancis)

I think anyone that is anyone has an Instagram account; whether it be for sharing your own pictures or following (ahem, stalking) others. What started off as a harmless picture sharing website has slowly but surely turned into a competition against strangers, and quite often, against friends, of who can use the most hashtags and/or get the most likes on one picture, or gain as many followers as possible.

Instagram has become a place where people use their posts as a way to glorify their lives. It has started making every other ordinary human miserable because they feel their life isn’t as glamorous and they are unfulfilled because the accounts they follow are doing so much better at life.

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2017: Open Mind

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I have been up and down about posting on this blog. I go through stages of major interest in writing a blog but then months will pass and I’ll forget all about the Ramblings of this Little Country Gal.

I am taking motivation to write when I can, because I think that’s just the way my mind is working. Maybe it’s because I’ve started enjoying reading again (you can read about that little baby here). They say reading helps motivate the writing so to speak. Maybe I am just going through one of those phases where I’m just really into blogging. Whatever it is, I won’t knock it.

Anyway to get back on track…

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Battling the blues

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Merry Christmas Eve my lovelies, or you know, in exactly 40 minutes (at the time of writing this) MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL.

Firstly, I have to apologise for the lack of #ChristmasCountdown posts this week. I’ve missed Thursday, Friday and technically today. I was so intent on getting these posts out no matter what but, this week was just a little too busy for me.

The lowdown, Thursday was my last day of work before Christmas so I was in a rush to get things done ready to set my out of office on. Friday, Conner returned from America so we went to pick him up at the airport and the rest of the day passed in a blur. Today has been gearing up ready for the festive day of tomorrow so it’s all just been a little hectic, and on top of that, my mood has been a little blue. Okay I lie. It’s been quite blue, practically black.

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Christmas Week Countdown: Tuesday (6 Days To Go)

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Tuesday 20th December 10:41am

Good Morning my friends,

Today’s post is more of a diary entry simply because I am committing myself to posting every day in the lead up to Christmas – hence the title: Christmas Week Countdown. So my sweet darlings, you can sit and read my personal crazy day-to-day adventures commencing now, with a few cute documentary pictures obviously.

I don’t know what today will bring because it’s not even lunch time yet.

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Happy Thursday

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“Thursday. The most useless day. it only exists as a reminder that it’s been a really long week…and it’s still not over.” What’s everyone’s take on Thursdays? Usually, I don’t personally mind Thursdays, because they remind me that tomorrow is … Continue reading

Home

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We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. This is home.

There will be many places in this life, that you will come to call Home.

Everybody has a different definition of the word. I myself, truly believe that home is not a house, or the mere place, where you live or you grow. It is very much a feeling – a feeling that can create the euphoric sense of comfort that you only get when you are really home.

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That one time I had to break into my house with an anti-climatic end result

Last night was weird. I messaged my friend expressing that if I were to be arrested, they had to bail me out. Why might you ask, would I be arrested? Well quite simply, I had to break into my own house.

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