I recently spent two weeks in Costa Rica, and whilst I was there I decided I was going to use it as an opportunity to take a break from Facebook and other Social Media.
Social media isn’t a problem. I love it. And since I live in a different country to at least 80% of my favourite people, it means that many of my relationships play out almost entirely online.
Towards the end of 2015 however I started to get a little concerned about my reliance upon social media. Once upon a time walking to the fridge was a mindless habit. I wouldn’t even notice I was doing it until I felt the cold air from the refridgerator hit my face. And then I would be jolted into reality unsure of how I had even got here.
Recently my mindless habit has been Facebook. I would find myself staring into the Facebook app on my phone at the weirdess and most inappropriate times…. 6am in the morning, half way through a run – or worse! – halfway through a conversation with a real human being.
My thumb somehow unlocking my phone and navigating through my ‘purposely complicated’ folder structure seemingly on its own.
It was time for a break. But boy, it was going to be a hard break.
I had thought that the best time for a break would be while I was holidaying in Costa Rica. Surely I would have so much to do and see that I wouldn’t miss logging into Facebook or Instagram.
That wasn’t quite the case. The very fact that I was in this amazing place, seeing and doing amazing things, only made me feel like I needed to jump online to share it.
If I haven’t instagrammed that sunset, did it really happen? If my rainforest run isn’t uploaded to strava, did I really do it? If I haven’t facebooked how happy I feel, am I really feeling happy at all?
For the first few days I floated around in a purposeless daze.
My brain developed elaborate narratives capturing and reporting on all the new things I was experiencing. But without even a travel partner to share my thoughts with, my stories just echoed around inside my own head.
On the fourth day, I started writing.
On the fifth day, I built a blog.
I was shocked at the speed and enthusiasm that accompanied those activities. But starved of my usual creative outlet (aka social media) – and bunkered up in a beach side cafe for two days – I enjoyed every minute of it.
So that is how this blog came to be in all its self indulgent and technicolour glory came to exist.
What do you think? Should I try and sustain this blogging caper?