Did you know that this Thursday, June 8th, is National Best Friends Day? Well now you know.
In honor of this amazing holiday, I’m going to be sharing the idea of friend dates! I’ve also been wanting to share this since I talked about how I talked about self dates a few months ago. You guys loved that so much, especially the printable with examples, so I made another one just for you! Just keep scrolling and you can snag it!
So, what are friends dates?
Well, I feel like these are much more self explanatory and much more well known than self dates, but just for the sake of this post I’m going to flesh them out a bit!
One of the things I hear the most on the topic of working out is struggling to find the motivation to even start. Trust me, I’ve been there. I know it may seem like I’m always all about the gym with my overload of gym selfies (sorry not sorry), but I struggle to scrape up motivation sometimes, too.
Today I’m going to be sharing the simple trick I use to get my butt in the gym.
I have these “rules” that I created for social media. Like not consciously, but one day I just found myself telling myself I could or couldn’t do things and I’ve just always followed those rules. For example, I only like a tweet if I have a reason to want to go back and look at it one day, maybe it was funny or maybe it made me happy. I never like tweet that I “like” but don’t have a reason to go back and look at again. Other rules I follow are never using a solo quote as an Instagram caption, never subtweeting, and never deleting old pictures.
With my sister being a middle schooler, I’m pretty in tune with how they interact socially and use social media. There are a lot of things about this next generation that I don’t like (mirror selfies with the flash on so you can’t even see anything. Like really?), but one that really bothers me is the fact that they delete pictures off their Instagrams all the time.
I never delete old pictures. Not off my phone, not off Twitter, not off Instagram and not off Facebook. No matter how embarrassing they are, and trust me, there are some really embarrassing ones.
Why would I torture myself like that?
First off, I don’t see it as torture. I’m a visual person, and I love documenting my life through pictures. I love being able to look back and remember how I was feeling and what happened on the day I took a photo. Which is why I have thousands of pictures on my phone, my laptop, and tucked away in photo albums. I’m that girl who’s always saying, “We need to take a picture!”
That doesn’t mean I love every picture I’ve ever posted online. (That’s hilarious.) I’m just too stubborn to delete them.