Reaching 10K On Instagram- Party Time Or Anti Climax?

I don't set myself many goals in life (call me unambitious if you like), but the one thing I've had in my head to achieve these last few months is reaching that Magic Number- 10,000 followers on Instagram. Whilst I appreciate I'm not exactly 'bettering' myself (or anyone else) in pursuing such a shallow, futile and pointless aim; every blogger out there will know how important hitting that particular target is. But what if it's not all it's cracked up to be? Time for one of those heated debate thingies.

The Torment Of 9999

So, there I was last Sunday thinking 'Could this be the day?'. My follower count was edging up and when I skimmed through things at 10am I was on 9996. 'Of course I'll do it, no probs', I told myself and went off for Mummy's Day lunch with da fam. The urge to check on my account was great but I resisted until 2pm. I then logged in and saw I had 7 new followers. 'Yasssss, I'm sure I've done it, I must've done it!', I thought, mentally buying some Gucci loafers by way of a celebration. But no, #pitythefule, I was on 9999. Nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety fucking nine. Is there a worse possible number in the whole universe? And so it went on, up and down like a ho's knickers all the rest of the day. To say I wasn't exactly racing to the finish line would be an understatement. 

The Power Of 10

But then it happened. However, because of the precariousness of dipping back down again I didn't dare be pleased. I just couldn't. A sweet boy called Jack congratulated me, and I thanked him, but I knew I was on the edge of a tall building and could fall off at any second. 

Finally It Has Happened To Me

I only ever joined Instagram for one reason- coz my beautiful friend Mrs Mission Style said I should. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my iPad over Christmas 2013 telling myself to join. I had a false start that time when I thought I couldn't handle the stress of 'putting myself out there'. And I panicked when I thought I'd published a picture of my knee as my cherry-popper and promptly deleted my account. Four months later though, I bit the bullet. And Holy Social Media it's been difficult. I don't think a week has gone by where I didn't wanna quit. But as I lay in bed that Sunday evening, trying to watch both 'An Officer And A Gentleman' and 'Something's Gotta Give' at the same time- (I means srsly- how can a girl choose between those two?) I let myself finally say it out loud- 'I've got 10k'.

What Now?

So, is it nirvana? Have I reached The Promised Land? Well, yes and no. The buzz of it definitely hasn't worn off. But to say my 'IG life' is easier now would be a lie. I expected a rush of followers, but it hasn't happened. The struggle is still ever-so-real. It seems like followers are even more unlikely to stay following. (I stayed on 10, 015 for two days FYI). In my head I'd wanted to do an innovotive 'thanks for 10k' post (as I've been so inspired by lots I'd seen in the past whizzing through my feed), and these pictures were what I came up with. I think the moment for them has passed on IG so they've landed here. (God those M&Ms smelled so good). I said to myself once I got to 10k I'd chill a bit. Try and sign up to Snapchat, try and sell some stuff on Depop, and maybe just take a day off here and there from IG so I could actually Do.Some.Other.Stuff. Hasn't happened so far....I wonder if it will?

M&Ms- Waitrose (lol)//Severed Hand- The Local Art Shop