So, I sucked it up, traded in my handcart, and got on instagram. Yeah! All three of you (who are probably closely related to me) who read my posts can find me here. Although you are probably already following me anyway, hah!
I am weird about social media. I’m not on facebook, and never have been. I use my husband’s facebook to get to our High Wire Living facebook page. Obviously, only very occasionally. We only got one for the blog because I thought that was what I needed to do to grow the blog. But since I still feel conflicted about writing here where anyone can see in the first place, (that’s a story for another time) I still haven’t managed to be consistent about posting here. But I’m going to try to do better. I’m going to suck it up, be a big girl, and do it scared. So, I apologize in advance. This is my learning experience, out in the open for everyone to see. And I’ll probably ramble a lot. Sorry!
Honestly, when I first heard about facebook years ago, I just didn’t feel good about it at the time. So, I didn’t sign up. Now that I know more about facebook, and about myself, I totally get why I had that prompting. I had FOMO before it was a thing. Plus, I love to hear people’s stories. (Which you’d never guess if you talked to me in real life, because I can’t shut up long enough for you to get a word in.) That’s why I have loved to read blogs for the last ten years. But because of those two things (FOMO and ALL the stories) facebook is a BLACK HOLE for me. I go in and don’t come up for air, and it makes me feel like garbage. So, now you know, why Caroline doesn’t facebook.
I think instagram could be the same problem. But I felt like it was okay, so I’m going with that. I made sure I turned off all the notifications on the app on my phone, and turned off cell data for it, which means (since my phone does not like wifi, because it’s broken) there are only two spots in my house that I can sit and look at my feed. Which thankfully keeps me off most of the time. Pinterest too. Unfortunately, it has also kept me from being able to post very easily. And when choosing between feeding small people or figuring out why the dumb phone won’t connect again, well the loudest wins. But maybe that’s not a bad thing.
But, Instagram is short with just one, or a few great collaged pictures. Which is more how I felt about blog posts I write anyway. They are usually way to short for what makes a “good post,” according to all the articles I’ve read anyway. I know have a tendency to beat an idea to death over and over, so when I learned to edit, I took it a little too much to heart. I feel like I’m oversharing and compensate by over editing in my head, before I even get it onto the screen. What comes out is often very abbreviated. I leave out too much detail and it doesn’t make sense. Maybe as I write here more, I’ll get over this tendency. We can only hope, right? Maybe it will be easier to post on instagram.
All this to say, it’s 2017, and I’m going to act like it. Now how do we add an instagram button on here, Elizabeth? Will I need all new buttons? Is this just another can of worms like most new things in my life?
Sometime’s I feel about this blog, like I do my house. Should we just blow it up and start over? Nah, too much work. I’ll just keep shoveling the piles. Eventually things get cleaned up that way. 😉Tags: balance, iphone, real life