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I didn’t post on social media for two weeks.
This is what I discovered.
My husband calls me a post-everything-in-my-life type of person. And he’s right.
I post my food. My horsey life with a dog and barn cats in a smallish city. Sunsets. Sunrises.
Like everyone else.
And when I chose not to post during my recent trip back home to the Philippines for security reasons, so as not to alert any would-be thieves about an empty home, I felt like I was missing out.
Disclaimer: I posted in private chats with family. I also automated a few posts on my author groups but those serve a slightly different purpose.
At first I missed that dopamine high. No likes on my posts. No positive comments. No one reading my words or looking at my photos.
And then I began to feel free from exhibitionism. To stop craving attention.
I scrolled through everyone’s posts and realized we are all trying to outshout each other with things and thoughts that are largely okay to keep private.
At least I was one less voice shouting into the universe.
You’re welcome.
Why do most of us, though protective of our privacy, post details that might have given us pause a generation or two ago? I suspect it…
