"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." -J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
I'm taking a break from Instagram. I didn't intend to do this. I've never felt like I needed to step away - until now.
What am I actually investing my time in on Instagram? Someone else's life. Someone else's words. Someone else's inspiration.
Not my own thoughts. Not my own moments.
It's slowly turned into this.
So far, it's not hard. So far, I feel liberated. And it's weird.
I was kind of drawn and addicted to it somehow. It made me anxious.
I want to be liked, just like everyone else. But maybe for me, it's a little too much.
I hate mindlessly scrolling. But I fear I'll miss out.
Miss out on someone else's life. Someone else's dream. Someone else's goal.
I don't want a life that has been overspent with other people's little details and coveted moments. Noise.
I'm trying for February. The whole month. Depriving myself of the social life line that is Instagram. I'll let you know how it goes once I come out of it.
Thanks for the pep talk. I needed the sanity.