It’s safe to say technology and I are not the best of friends. It took me years to figure out my cell phone (and I still don’t take advantage of all the bells on whistles on it); I still press the wrong remote when turning on the television set; and I’ve yet to figure out what all those extra buttons are on my camera.
Which is why it took me so long to accept social media. Social media felt like an extension of technology, one more thing to learn, one more thing to drive me crazy.
But everywhere I turned, authors and publishers assured writers that social media was a necessity, an outlet for writing, a way of networking, and a way of advertising oneself.
When I began writing, all I wanted was to share my message and inspire others, but as the realities of today’s technological age set in, I knew I had to give in and accept social media.
I opened a personal Facebook page. Initially, I did nothing but read a few posts by others. Soon, I learned how to use Facebook, and found cool writing groups to join. I joined one, then two, until I soon belonged to seventeen different groups.
I liked being part of those groups. It was new, different, and gave me a bit of high. I searched other social media outlets and found more to join – LinkedIn, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, and Medium. Along with my blog, and two extra email accounts, I was a true social-media-addict.
But the problem was, social media was stealing my time. I couldn’t keep up with it, let alone keep up with my writing. I needed a solution. I began to get up a tad earlier, extend my working hours a little later, skip lunch, and do social media on the weekends (which I swore I’d never do).
Still, my writing was suffering. It’s funny how the very reason I had begun social media was the very thing I could no longer find time for.
Writing became something I talked about more than I did. More about networking and advertising, and helping myself more than helping others.
I pondered this last week, and decided what I wanted, and needed, was to go back to the beginning. Well, maybe not the very beginning, but closer to where I once was. It was time for a social media cleanse.
Social media is like everything, it gathers in our lives, fills our computers, clutters our mind. Social media is the clothes stuffed in a closet, the books on the floor. It is the chipped containers and worn shoes. Social media is the junk drawer in our lives.
So I’m making some changes. I’m cutting my blog from three days a week, to two (the same as my FB author page).
I am posting on Medium only once a week, deleting Pinterest from my life, and closing one email account (which will be a ton of work, but worth it in the end).
Instagram is a cheap and easy hobby, and for that reason, I will keep it. Twitter is in limbo, unsure of whether or not it is a necessity.
As for those seventeen groups, they’ve been knocked down to twelve, and soon, six more will be released.
Social media has its benefits. I’ve connected with friends and family I haven’t seen in years. I’ve met others with similar interests.
But social media became my clutter, and stopped me from living my dream. It stopped me from living my life.
Is there any social media you can let go of? What’s cluttering your mind? What’s cluttering your life?