Disconnected By Design

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I've been locked out of Insta all day. What's going on? I had the FOMO feels big time, and everything else around me also felt like it was crashing. I was lost and realized WOW who am I without Betty Scoop?

I've made attempts to disconnect before, for like and hour, because I get so distracted. Do not even think about posting a photo and then trt to work. PUt my phone away, pull you under the table. got serious. for one hour.

DO NOT go to Twitter

try to quit, but realize the internet is where my music comes from. Wondering what my most recent instagram picture of my couch potato dog says about me. Distract myself this time with hot chocolate. 30 minutes to go.

Feelings flutter between panic and motivated when I give my undivided attention. Like, right now. I'm actually Forced to write in my blog. And Ironically, it's what I had planned to do all weekend. It seems easier than going across the street to fix the insta lockout. 

In June 2015 I shuttered my personal FB page, leaving so-called friends to fend for themselves. You want a piece of me? Come and get it via Twitter, text, email, FaceTime or in person. I saw too many ads on FB mixed in with editorial (FB updates) that left me with heart burn, usually before I was even out of bed.

It seemed too complicated to hide individuals (not friends) who were irritating me, as opposed to unfriend them. I had also worked from the other side, working on ad campaigns for this eager and growing market. Advertising in my feed (so in-tune with my needs of the day) both fascinated me and made me sick. After eight years, I said goodbye, closed my station. However, I do maintain a business page (which I'm currently considering putting to bed as well). I feel like FB

I've been locked out of Insta all day. What's going on? I had the FOMO feels big time, and everything else around me also felt like it was crashing. I was lost and realized WOW who am I without Betty Scoop?

I've made attempts to disconnect before, for like and hour, because I get so distracted. Do not even think about posting a photo and then trt to work. PUt my phone away, pull you under the table. got serious. for one hour.

DO NOT go to Twitter

try to quit, but realize the internet is where my music comes from. Wondering what my most recent instagram picture of my couch potato dog says about me. Distract myself this time with hot chocolate. 30 minutes to go.

Feelings flutter between panic and motivated when I give my undivided attention. Like, right now. I'm actually Forced to write in my blog. And Ironically, it's what I had planned to do all weekend. It seems easier than going across the street to fix the insta lockout. 

In June 2015 I shuttered my personal FB page, leaving so-called friends to fend for themselves. You want a piece of me? Come and get it via Twitter, text, email, FaceTime or in person. I saw too many ads on FB mixed in with editorial (FB updates) that left me with heart burn, usually before I was even out of bed.

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