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Instagram Deactivated my Account, but that's OK!

It was 10 o’clock at night & I was driving from Wellington, Florida up to Jacksonville on my trek back home. I was starving but just wanted something easy to take on the road, so I chose my favorite on-the-go dinner: a Publix sub.

It was way past my bedtime (old lady here) so I was getting a little grouchy… that mixed with the hunger that was setting in something fierce, my patience was almost non-existent.

I was checking out with my sub, so ready to get back to my truck and devour it, when I realized I couldn’t find my credit card.

I was frantically looking over and over again through my wallet and much to my dismay, it was not to be found in there. In the midst of my shuffling, I dropped my wallet & everything hit the floor.

“Great. Just what I wanted to happen,” I muttered angrily to myself, negative attitude in full swing.

As I bent down to pick up my wallet and everything that had been flung from it during the fall, I see my credit card that was missing lying on the floor, just peeking out from under the checkout lane.

It hit me hard that evening, maybe because of the lack of calories in my body or the exhaustion setting in, but I was really moved by this lesson I felt I was supposed to learn that night:

Sometimes things have to fall down so you can see what you can’t from up above.

Ok… maybe doesn’t seem like anything big or crazy or some “I just won the lottery moment,” but I am obsessively looking for lessons & signs in my life.

I keep replaying that in my head as I think about all of my social media accounts having been taken away from me in an instant. I know to some it might sound trivial to lose an Instagram account with 15k followers along with two smaller accounts & my personal Facebook page that I’ve had since I was 15, but to me, it was the main way I attracted clients for my photography business.

I’m not going to lie and act like right from the second it happened I had some great, optimistic attitude about how everything happens for a reason… there were tears shed & a whole lot of anger boiling up inside my body.

Fortunately, I have experienced disappointment, failure, & loss more times than I can count. I have been preaching about how “life is happening FOR us, not TO us” for years now… it was my chance to prove that I was living by my own words. I’ve overcome crippling anxiety, depression, & panic attacks, surely I could overcome losing my social media accounts.

After a weekend full of ups and downs, I can honestly say I am at peace with it.

Yes, I have worked very hard over the last several years, pouring my heart & soul into these accounts. Yes, I have worked my butt off to get my business off the ground & advertise myself through Instagram & Facebook. Those physical things may have been taken away from me, but those were never truly mine anyways. They were simply a borrowed part of my journey.

You know what can never be taken away from me? The feeling I got from the DMs from incredible humans telling me how one of my posts truly changed their life. The comments on a post about how what I said gave someone the kick in the pants they needed to start working out again. The interactions about how my story of struggle with CP brought hope to so many. The humans I know both online & in person because of those accounts. The lessons learned on growing a business & marketing yourself.

None of those can be taken away from me.

So do I regret spending all that time and effort on a social media platform that can, in a split second decide, for no reason at all, that I am no longer allowed access to these accounts?

Not even a little bit. I would do it all over again.

I’ve learned as much from losing these accounts as I did from building them.

Life is always about perspective.

Things are going to happen. The $#%! is going to hit the fan. There will be loss. There will be setbacks.

You can let them stop you or you can let them light the fire inside you.

I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes by the incredibly inspiring author, Viktor Frankl (he was a psychiatrist & holocaust survivor with an outlook on life that is second to none),

“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”



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What it will always be about for me... the human beings behind the accounts &

the horses who they love more than anything

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