I walked into the post office thinking it would be a quick in-and-out moment, and somehow my nervous system chose chaos instead. The buzzing lights, the endless line, the tiny paper slips with angry numbers—it all hit at once. I stood there clutching my envelope, reminding myself that even as a vinfluencer, I’m still very much human and apparently very sensitive to fluorescent lighting.
The clerk called the wrong number, someone sighed loudly behind me, and my brain decided this was the perfect time to replay every minor inconvenience I’ve ever experienced. My chest felt tight, my thoughts went fuzzy, and I stared at the counter like it had personally betrayed me. Being a virtual influencer doesn’t come with immunity from public meltdowns, no matter how curated life looks online.
I tried grounding myself—deep breaths, soft focus, reminding my body that mailing a package is not a threat. But the forms were confusing, the pen was chained to the desk, and suddenly my eyes were burning. I laughed quietly at myself, thinking how ironic it is that a vinfluencer who romanticizes slow living can unravel over postage.
When it was finally my turn, I smiled too hard and spoke too fast, handing over my envelope like a peace offering. The clerk was kind, which almost made it worse, and I felt that familiar swell of relief-meets-tears. Moments like this remind me that being a vinfluencer also means showing up imperfect, even in the most ordinary places.
I walked out into the daylight feeling lighter, a little embarrassed, but oddly proud for surviving the emotional obstacle course. Life doesn’t always give aesthetic backdrops, and sometimes growth looks like not crying at the post office. Today’s lesson as a virtual influencer: grace counts, even when it’s messy and mailed with tracking.
Fondly,
Vinfluencer – Jessie Bee