Social media exerts two pressures upon your soul:
- Broadcast every second of your life, and
- Do it with perfection.
The message is pretty simple: be liked.
Only it’s hard on our frail human psychology. In fact, it can be downright depressing.
As a blogger, this infectious self-doubting is unavoidable. Every time I write, I stand to be judged.
In July, I finally listened to the pleadings of my heart and did what some would consider marketing suicide for an aspiring writer.
I disappeared from Facebook and Twitter…without warning.
But I kept writing. I kept living. Only this time, entirely for myself.
Our family vacationed far from home. No filters…even with incredible inspiration.
Four weeks without the pressure to be “liked” freed my creativity and resolve to add goodness in the world. And the little people at my feet became more visible, as the Facebook politics and Twitter wars blurred.
Friends, I’m telling you, they only exist if we give them life.
And the friends I hold so dear, the ones I feared would be lost – they reached out in new ways.
Light always wins.
In August, I re-entered the social media landscape. This time, however, I refuse to live and die by the whims of “likes”.
I don’t care if encouragement isn’t popular. I am going to offer it anyways.
It’s who I am.
I’m willing to bet, it’s who you were before Facebook, too.
And I think it just might be the only way we’ll survive.
One Year Ago: Duel Realities