I have received a lot of questions regarding why I decided to take some time off from social media. First, it had become an issue of obedience for me – or rather disobedience as it turns out. But that’s another post for another time.
The simplified reasons are:
First: Joy. Or really lack there of. Social media was not bringing me joy, it was bringing me down. I was comparing myself. In how I mothered. In how I looked. How my house looked. I felt left out a lot. I would see friends posting about their social time with other friends and find myself sad that I wasn’t included. I got frustrated or angry at posts. And, really, ‘mama ain’t got time for that’.
Second: Time. I was wasting So. Much. Time. It was ridiculous. It was the never-ended abyss of clicks and likes and comments and videos and articles and recipes and memes and…and…and…
Third: An Unhealthy Escape. I came to escape to social media. If I was frustrated with my kids or down on my day I’d escape to Instagram or Facebook hoping for a laugh. If I needed a time-out or just to veg a little I’d escape to social media looking to pass some time. But these both led to the first two issues – I’d end up wasting more time than I intended and I’d end up feeling worse off than I started. It was like looking for a ‘No Whammie’ and getting a ‘Double Whammie’ when ‘Double Whammie’ was all that was left to choose from. It never provided what I went with the hopes to get.
I think that third reason is a biggie. What do you escape to? Diet Coke? Chocolate? Social Media? Games on your phone? TV? A good fiction book? I am in the process of learning how to escape to the only one who can truly accept and help what I’m escaping from. Not to sound ‘christianese’ here, but I’m talking about escaping to Jesus. He’s the definition of freedom. He’s the epitome of acceptance. He can provide the deep breath and help I’m so desiring. Jesus only offers ‘No Whammies’. So why shouldn’t I try escaping to Him first. I might still want to veg out in a good book or work on the puzzle in my phone app afterwards, but at least I have taken a moment and gone to Him first.
I am not saying that drinking a diet coke, while snacking on chocolate, with your nose in a good book is bad. Not at all. I’m just challenging you to go to Him first. You may just find you have more cokes in the frig and chocolate on the shelf.