Today, I deleted Instagram...

...and I almost talked myself out of it. 🫠

Today, I deleted Instagram from my phone. This wasn't a rash decision. I'd been planning to leave the app since I read Stolen Focus: Why You Can't Pay Attention by Johann Hari this fall.

But, as my self-imposed deadline of December 31 inched closer, I started to get nervous about parting ways with my small following. Which, I’ll be honest, made me feel more important than I am. I’d nearly convinced myself that the universe was telling me not to leave.

In the weeks before I signed out of the app, I’d gained 200 new followers. That’s more followers than I had in the past year.

Since I shared publically that I’d be leaving the app, my screen time skyrocketed as I binged and doom-scrolled to get my fill.

I wondered aloud to my husband, “How will everyone know what breed the dogs are when we get their DNA tests back?”

And then I realized—no one cares.

And if they do, they’ve decided to keep up with me elsewhere.

And then, an even bigger realization…