4 Months No Social Media — And I’ll never get it again.

My mind has been wanting to write this for a month or two, but nothing else in me wanted to. I have greatly enjoyed not being perceived, recently. I say that as if I’m some big breasted celebrity, I’m not, minus the big breasts — but I have had social media since the age of 11. I’ve had a phone yapping at me in my pocket since the age of 11, alongside an immediate, sweet hit of crack available to me at any minute. I am totally assured, that it has affected my brain, my development and my sense of self. There are no questions asked.

A few years ago, I got into the habit that on a Saturday, I would delete social media from my phone, and have, bar texting my best friend ‘walkies?’ at 4pm, a phone free day. These days would do something to me, and that something is incredibly intangible, but it is along the lines of contentedness; a skin that isn’t buzzing, and a feeling of being in myself without the whole world in there too.

One Saturday, 4 months ago, I did just that. And I yearned for nothing more than to throw my phone out of a window, a frequent urge of mine. However, not only would that be a bit silly, the reasoning in my mind has always been ‘but I have a business’; of course — earning money is apparently quite important, and all of my marketing for my Personal Training business is on social media, and it always has…