I post therefore I do stuff

I went for cupcakes and sangria with friends yesterday. I posted pictures on Instagram.

cupcake as posted by @NavaniKnows

An office mate and I joked about an odd product called “Half and Half Skim Plus” in the fridge. Picture snapped and posted on Facebook.

Is this a real thing?
Is this a real thing?

I endured a round of “Happy Birthday” and posted a quip about it on Twitter.


If I didn’t share these things on social media, would they still have happened? (I posed this question at work yesterday and the copy editor joked back, “No, that means I didn’t eat half a chocolate cake last night”). Would my life have been less complete, if my followers didn’t get to see a picture of the latte design the barista at Blue Bottle crafted?

I’ve never shunned social media. I had a MySpace page that was upgraded to Facebook. My fingerprint includes Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn, Pinterest, G+, a YouTube channel and a blog. I’ve taken classes and now have a fancy-sounding certificate from NYU declaring me a digital publishing expert. I prefer “social media strategist.”

Yes, it’s true that we all put our best stuff out there. But research backs that up. No one wants to read depressing tweets. Wouldn’t you unfollow someone if her feed looked like this?

5:50 a.m. Cat wailing woke me up.

7:45 a.m. All alone at the office on my birthday

9:30 a.m. It’s raining. Booo!

12:30 p.m. Boss reamed me for my morning choices, then wished me a happy birthday

4:10 p.m. Walking around the West Village when my umbrella broke

5:30 p.m. I WANT MY CUPCAKE!

9:00 p.m. Birthday burrito will soak up all that sangria I drank, right?

10:30 p.m. Cat is wailing. What’s wrong with him?

Of course you would! No social media strategist would write that because it would annoy everyone. Nope, strategy dictates we post funny photos and relatable quips.

So I joke about it a lot. What’s the point of hiking if I can’t brag about it to my Facebook friends? Isn’t a funny New York moment best when shared with friends in Seattle and Minneapolis?

My next goals are to master Vine and Tumblr, so get excited or stop following me.

The big 3-0

A few years back, a friend was turning 30 and mentioned that she felt really good about it. She felt like she’d accomplished what she needed to in her 20s and was ready for a more confident, self-aware decade. I really liked that attitude. And I agree. On my 30th birthday, I feel like I’ve set myself up to be in a healthy place, mentally, physically, financially …  I don’t have it all figured out, but I do feel like I have the tools to weather whatever is thrown at me (is that tempting fate, or what?).

For the most part, I feel like I can put my people-pleasing days behind me. Maybe not completely, I mean people-pleasing is one of those tools you need to get through certain situations. But I feel like I can choose who and what is important to me and let some “I have to be liked!” get pushed aside.

I’ve learned that investing in quality friends is preferable to having 300+ “friends” on Facebook. I no longer date guys who aren’t going anywhere. I’m in a relationship with a guy who matters to me. Experiences and quality purchases matter more to me than a big house full of stuff.

If that’s what my new decade has in store for me, then I quote my dear friend Riki: “Good riddance, 20s!”

I’m ready to move on from the setting the stage stuff into the real, gritty living.

Are you freaking out about turning 30 (or 40, or 50)? Were you unfazed by the number? I used to say 25 was my favorite year. I felt like I was in a good place then, but I’ve done a lot of growing in the last five years. I might have a new favorite.