Happy Tuesday gorgeous soul,
As ya know, I harp on about quitting socials and it’s been a ride.
Here I go again on the chat.
I still don’t know what socials will look like for me moving forward- whether I bother or pay someone else to deal with it all. I still get DMs, despite not posting, so I feel like I can’t ignore it. But I am not going back.
Yay me.
But, as I slowed into life and took a longer break than usual- I’ve noticed some things I’d like to share.
A few years ago when I dived into what I believed was my spiritual awakening- take what ya will from that- I took myself off socials. I deleted all my posts, sold my small business and disappeared from socials.
I remember this time so well because I savoured every moment of it.
I’d been on there for a few years, and was a prolific sharer. I was given gifts for the children to post about, I had a collaboration with GAP going for the children, I was posting on two accounts. My small business account where I made those wee pears and sold them on Etsy and NOTHS while trying to grow with real gumption my other account sharing all things fertility chat, parenting life and random shite.
I look back at those times with no real regrets because that created the backbone of my current audience. Many of those who existed in the ‘pear days’, are still here.
What I didn’t notice was the toll it took on my mental health.
I wonder if we notice what our constant online connection to every little fucking thing does to our brainzzzz.
When I stepped back from socials several things occurred in that time including these:
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