I’d go back to Instagram to check the date I last posted there, only our computer won’t let me. A wiser, more annoying me suggested blocking that site a long time ago and the current, less earnest me hasn’t yet worked out how to get round the software.
But I do know that I’ve been ‘social media sober’ for quite some time now.
Here’s why that stinks…
One: staying away from social media requires constant willpower, especially facebook scrapbooking groups – Gals, I miss you all so much! – and Instagram.
It’s like deciding to quit sugar: after sticking with it for a few weeks, you know you’ve come too far to break your resolve, but boy, do you still fancy snarfing down a load of those sweeties.
Two: I miss putting on cute dresses and switching the camera to auto.
I miss posting bleached-bright decor photos and hearing that yep, other people dig the milkshake vibe too.
However essential for your mental health, it still sucks to have found your tribe – you collected erasers and spent your pocket money on Care Bear notebooks too? – only to walk away from them.
Three: I’ll admit it: I miss all the likes on my work! I know, they didn’t mean much more than kindnesses, but it was still a boost.
That said, turning all the opinions off has been a total gift when it’s come to designing my own stuff. What anyone really thinks? Not a single clue.
Only opinion then that matters? Mine.
Four: I miss posing Babs in her various scraproom scenarios.
I think she misses it too.
Five: I miss all the colour, life and excitement of following others’ lives.
Okay, I’m no longer mindlessly scrolling, but my world has shrunk right down to the people right in front of me.
Which I know was the plan, but… “It’s oh so qu-iet…”
Social media sobriety: it’s certainly a funny ol’ place, after years spent splashing around in the deep end of the online scrap world.
Sure, it’s peaceful, healthy and a heck of a lot easier to be mindful. I’ve got my feet back on the ground of the here and now – my simple everyday – and I guess I’m mostly present.
But exciting, colourful and set-off-the-party-poppers fun? Honestly? Not so much.
But it’s a daft lass who returns to something that was so incredibly sticky for her that the word ‘addiction’ would almost certainly be picked out in glittery Thickers on a layout made about the whole area.