Last week, the fellow and I went on a business trip. It was excellent and inspirational and thought-provoking {and the food!?}…and I tossed a couple of iPhone pics out on Instagram for giggles. But on the flight home last week, I got to thinking about the real reality vs. the online reality of it all.

You see, the online reality was that we were basking in the sun, staying at a gorgeous hotel and listening to amazing speakers.

The real reality of it was…that we forgot to set our alarms and woke up a little over two hours before our flight was to leave-we live an hour away from the airport. We forgot a carry-on bag {packed with headphones, laptop, my calendar, socks…all the good stuff} at home. We nearly left an iPad on the airport shuttle. My bag got searched at the airport-obviously, because we were in a rush! They ran out of breakfast on our flight. The movie we had previous rented on our not-forgotten-iPad was riddled with nudity…what an appropriate airplane selection. An ID almost got left on the plane…and the list goes on.

And, in reality, the trip was fantastic. We did enjoy the heat of Arizona, the hotel was beautiful and the speakers packed us full of new information as well at some pretty funny tibits.

Just because the online version of events doesn’t tell the whole story, it doesn’t mean that it’s not true. Yes, it’s easy to get sucked into the ‘perfect lives’ of the people you see on social media, but the talking and sharing of real stories is what I’m all about.

I like the behind the scenes. I like the imperfect shots. I like the crying babies and tired parents and laughing and the not looking at the camera and the not usually social media perfect-approved and the mix of it all because those are the memories and photographs that I enjoy looking at and talking about the most with my friends and family {and strangers!}. Because that’s the real reality of life.

And that’s my favorite.

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