I’m quitting social media. Yep. Every single bit of it. For an indefinite amount of time.
And here’s why:
It’s a time sucker.
While I’m standing over the stove cooking dinner, I’m scrolling. While I’m waiting in traffic, I’m scrolling. While I’m waiting in the doctors office, I’m scrolling. While I’m folding laundry, I’m checking my notifications. And on the way to clean the bathroom…yep-scrolling. I bet I could get much more done if I wasn’t always scrolling.
It’s a family time sucker.
Right before I wrote this, I felt deeply convicted to actually sit downstairs with my husband and spend time with him. Talk. After a long day. I did. But I wasn’t engaged. What was I doing? Oh yes, scrolling. Checking Facebook. Instagram.
During family game nights while waiting for my turn I found myself picking up my phone, feeling convicted because I don’t do this with the littles at work, why do I feel it’s OK here?
It’s a hope sucker. I like to think sometimes that the little bit of love and kindness I sprinkle makes a difference in the midst of all that seems so dark, but kindness doesn’t go viral too often. And with the one or two uplifting posts sprinkled throughout, there are twenty more news stories of gloom and doom. While I don’t want to live under a rock, I don’t want to place my hope in anything but the Solid Rock. And He isn’t found on Facebook. He is found in the Book!
It’s sucking the life out of our generation of kids. Their childhood. Their innocence. Their desire to just go ride a bike! The exposure to people, subjects, and things beyond their tender years is astounding. I hear it daily. And I no longer want to be a part of it.
I want more time. To read. To actually clean my house and complete it. Heck, maybe I’ll finally write a book. Learn to knit. Start running again.
More time talking to my family. Laughing with my family. Playing with my family not on my phone. More time spending it with friends. Maybe invite some people over since my house will now be clean, and I won’t be scrolling during game nights!
I want to have intentional conversations. Intentional friendships. Not those that only exist because we are social media “friends.” Not conversations that include instant messages and never-ending pings on my phone. Reach me the old-fashioned way. A call or note will do.
I want to start looking for hope in the things around me, because I NEED to know it still exists here. The small, simple, joyful moments. That they are still possible. Even if they are not documented all on Facebook or with some Insta filter. I am going to seek hope from The One where hope can always be found.
And though my act of “rebellion” and “defiance” is not gonna get rid of sites like Snapchat (though I wish it would just disappear) or TikTok (poof, go away already) decide to shut down…maybe someone reading this somewhere will decide to be an example for their own kid. For someone else’s. Or decide not to hand over their cell phone with that oh-so-easy access to the World Wide Web playground.
Maybe. Just maybe. But even if not….I quit.