Instagram makes me feel small.
It disrupts the flow of my daily life and it steals away my ‘now’, it stops me from being present.
This is why I’ve (almost) completely stopped using INSTAGRAM.
It may seem over the top, it may seem like an overreaction but I hope by the end of this post you’ll understand just how damaging social media, instagram in particular, is to our lives.
First, let me tell you why I started using INSTAGRAM.
My facebook was deleted last year, when I was posted too many controversial (REALLY!) articles and used the words ‘think for yourself and ‘open your mind’ too often, yes really facebook does monitor the specific words you use and labels you accordingly.
Anyho… glad to be away from FB I embrace the glorious community of open-minded goddesses on INSTAGRAM. As a very visual person instagram suited me and I met some incredible women that truly helped my ascension process. I made amazing contacts and I hope I gave some inspiration back.
But then, one day…. I looked around to see I was moving away from that soft human space. My mind was twitchy, I would think in bed the night before about insta posts and possible photos that would be inspiring, beautiful, pretty. There I was advocating our limitless potential as human beings, spending the word about organic living, natural beauty and truth and yet I was limiting my expression to a tiny instagram box, an imaginary square.
A square that tells the insta world….
I am this.
I am my morning coffee in a cute personalised mug.
I am organic toothpaste.
I am a new sparkly crystal.
I am my tattered travel journal.
I am my acned forehead.
I am my bowl of blueberry porridge.
NO. I am not….because I am everything.
INSTAGRAM I cannot be pigeon holed into one of your soulless boxes. We are humans. It’s not in our nature to segment our day into bitesize ‘experiences’ to be judged and rated BY our fellow humans. It’s not in our nature to PAUSE to take photos constantly, to ignore our friends and family so we can reply to comments that stroke our ego or posts that make us jealous.
Frankly, I got to the stage where I felt my brain re-programming, it was snapping to guides in response to an IMAGINED self, rather than our REAL being….
I remember in the 90’s, I was a child, before technology and social media infiltrated our daily lives. I remember being perfectly happy drinking a milkshake, riding my bike, seeing beautiful places, doing cool things….I didn’t NEED to tell the world, I didn’t need feedback from strangers, I didn’t need validation from others, I just ‘was’ and life was bloody great…
And so, that’s why I stopped using instagram, I stopped documenting my life. I said no to breaking my day into pieces to show the world. I stopped living to S H O W and started living to L I V E.
NOTE: I have left my insta page up because without any social media I would never reach all my blogger pals. And this discussion would never see the light of day, sadly.