It started with one “Here’s what I’ve been up to for the last 40 days” post after Lent. I swore I wouldn’t go back to my old “hours spent on Instagram” ways — I didn’t even like Instagram. And those 40 days of blogging, scrolling the random, artsy photos of strangers in my VSCO feed, connecting with friends via text, and saving my clever quips for my journal… They’d brought out the best in me. A me who made stuff she liked, consumed content she enjoyed, and didn’t need her friends to applaud her pursuits to feel good about them.Continue reading The Backslide
I’m quitting Instagram for Lent.
I blanched when I first considered it. Wait. CAN you quit Instagram? How will you keep up with anything? You already quit Twitter; how much of a pretentious “I’m better than social media” asshole do you need to be?
That’s how I know I need the break. Instagram is an app. A tool that makes life easier, yes, but it’s not a necessity. If I can’t put it down for a little while, I have a problem.
Is there no escape?