” the medium is the message ” – Marshall McLuhan
a year or two has passed since i quit Facebook. my profile is there, frozen in time. and except for a few log-ins last year to a family deployment group, i have not surrendered my time to the scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. posting. sharing. tagging. it has been both liberating and strange. the world around seems bloated with apps and various social media platforms. my distaste and abandoned page is disconnected in a hyper-connected culture. Facebook and the like can be valuable for long distance relationships; a great tool for businesses, private groups, and special events. it is the addiction to posting, browsing, and compulsive screen checking [ myself included! ] that drove me crazy then and continues to disturb me today.
yes, i quit Facebook, good for me. but now a new medium has replaced my former obsession: Instagram. those pictures and the scrolling… why do i spend so much time with this silly app?
as i probe for an answer, i cannot see any need, only a crippling of my time. the truth is apparent; i am addicted. my excessive posting and scrolling through pictures or mini clips is time abused. i am not saying all who insta are slothful or slaves to a machine. my concern is in the excess; the amount of time spent. my own media time log is unsettling. disturbing. and i want out. now.
i quit, Instagram.
and the same goes for any other unnecessary medium that robs me daily.
my family is young. i’ll miss these days of little voices; tiny feet pattering sweetly into our room in the early morning; stealing kisses from my husband amidst a busy Saturday afternoon; savoring quiet evenings together after the children are asleep. why would i choose to miss this treasured season?
it’s a wonderful life. i must not waste it. today i choose to look up from my tiny screen. i will read more, write more, and be so very p r e s e n t with those i love. ❤