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31 Days Five Minute Friday: Share


This is a photo of a hot dog in Paris, right across the street from Notre Dame. My sister and I shared it on our trip five years ago. I still dream of that hot dog and can't wait until I have the chance to return to Paris and have another one of those delicious, different than American hot dogs.

In this day of social media, we all concentrate on the share. It seems like it isn't a true experience if we don't share it on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Did we really do it if we don't post a photo of it? Was it really all that fun if we don't tell everyone about it?

But the upside of that is, we get to experience our friends' lives through Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. I have a friend who recently returned from a trip to Scotland with her daughter. She posted photos everyday on Facebook. Everything she saw looked amazing. It made me want to go there. I even posted on one of her photos that she needed to share her travel plans with us by publishing a travel guide. Through her sharing her photos, I saw Scotland in a whole new light.

When we share with people, we can teach them. Yes, there is the whole FOMO thing, but I chose to be happy for that person when they share. Just like I hope they are happy when I share photos like a hot dog in Paris.

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  1. I really love when people post photos and share stories of their lives. Last week I drove nearly three hours to meet a friend near her home. We walked through IKEA, and it was lovely to have her point out things that appealed to her, because even that is a glimpse into seeing her inner world.

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