I’d be lying if I said

...I know who I am without spilling it all over the internet.

I’ve been blogging – in some way, shape or form – since the myspace days of 2002. That’s a long, long time.

Myspace. Then tumblr. Then the little big blog. And now this one – dressed up as a diary, but still a blog. When I said, very sternly to myself –

NO. BLOGGING. IN. 2017.

Maybe I should try.

This came into my head today when I fell up the stairs (yes up) over the rail tracks. I looked around, blushing, palms stinging, and saw a group of teenagers. They didn’t see me – too engrossed in their phones. In some ways great, in others…

I get the feeling that we’re all so obsessed with how we look online and not really obsessed enough about being well in ourselves, or being a good friend.

Being online constantly teaches me what I should want and didn’t know I needed.

Being online constantly teaches me that the world is loud and busy. Sometimes I feel like being on Twitter for 5 minutes is like being on Oxford Street at 5pm and standing still while people barge past.

Being online constantly makes everything physically in front of me diminish in importance.

Being online constantly – perhaps more worryingly – makes me forget why I woke up happy that day.  

So I’m going to have a month off it all. Apps deleted on my phone. Laptop firmly closed.

Maybe I’ll come back to this. Maybe I won’t.

It looks like I have to try life on the other side.

Over and out. 

xo