…It’s the sound of a woman who restricted her social media usage last week.
My Twitter and Instagram breaks are always fantastic. When I log on to check messages/mentions so people don’t think I died, I scurry away wondering how social became addictive in the first place.
Inner dialogue is generally garbage. Mine is full of harsh judgments and rationalizations. Since the advent of social media, my chosen escape from my inner dialogue is…exposing myself to everyone else’s?
Doesn’t make much sense.
[I kicked my selfie habit, too. At least until swimsuit season.]