Dramatic title, yes, but I don’t think it’s too much of an exaggeration. 8 days ago, somewhere between 1 and 3 in the morning of the 19th of January, I couldn’t sleep. The day before I had written this post and cried, a lot. I had cried about my lack of drive, the fact I felt I had no dreams to follow, having no idea what step to take next and the crippling fear that was making me so sad. By writing the post I gave myself an opportunity to process those feelings and by finally articulating and processing them, I immediately felt a bit brighter. And in those quiet hours I sat at my desk started planning a new idea, one that has turned me from a crying mess with no clue which way to turn, to a woman more driven than I have ever been, with a fire in my belly I have not had before.Read more
So, I’ve spent the past 45 days without social media. Actually that’s a lie. At the time of writing this (Thursday) I’ve been without social media for 43 days but as this post has been published at 7pm on the Saturday night it’ll be 45 days. At time of publishing I’m in a field in Hampshire, camping, with friends, re-enacting battles and if I’m doing it right, well on the way to drunk…
So, I’ve spent 3 whole weeks without social media. Yes, I know that isn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things but on a personal level, it kinda was. I was on quite a few social media platforms and active on them a lot of the time.
This year I wanted to challenge myself for lent and having failed to give up chocolate for the past 3 years and deciding not to fail another time, I tried a different tact.