Help I need a digital detox!
For the last week, I have found myself making a conscious decision to look less at my phone. It is hard to not be so dependent on that small genius hand-sized piece of technical wizardry. You need it nearby at all time’s right? With no landline in the house, it would be irresponsible of me as a mother not to have it close by. I liked the olden days when the schools sent home a letter occasionally, I stuck it on the fridge, and I read it. Schools now like to email, they email a lot! I hate emails!!!! Emails from schools on phones are hard to read, with too many tiny words. I like letters on fridges. Everyone loves to email.
You also need to have your phone close at hand so you can respond to the constant stream of group WhatsApp messages that constantly ping from the minute you open your eyes until you close them again at night. People don’t really speak anymore; we just message ALOT! Now there’s Telegram I’m not sure I can cope with that many notifications! Most people are filling up the calendar (not me I’m old school and still buy a diary, then miss things, maybe I’m just old!) Or counting steps, I’ve never counted calories or steps or sleep patterns I don’t even check the weather, I look out of the window which apparently makes me really odd so I am told.
I have replaced my real camera with this handy convenient pocket version. I just end up with thousands of photos trapped in a cloud or my phone constantly reminding me that my storage is full (which is stressful). One of my greatest pleasures was taking proper photos and waiting for them to arrive, not knowing how good or bad they would be, it’s the funny real bad hairdo ones that take you back as you reminisce about the good old days whilst flicking through the albums of your life. Everything now is perfect; if it’s not we delete it. We filter and give the illusion of perfection, there’s no humour in perfection.
Then there is music, not sure I could do without Spotify; any song or podcast at your fingertips is just too tempting not to love. Books, again I am old fashioned and I love proper made out of paper books but I think that’s more of a slightly out of control addiction that I have. I don’t do online banking; I know I am a dinosaur! or Facebook as the nosey stalker person that lives inside me would never leave the house. Of course, I would want to know the thoughts and whereabouts of every person I had ever come into contact with; having that many friends must be exhausting though.
If you are running an online business then you will need a smartphone, it is an essential piece of equipment, as is social media. But I’m falling more and more out of love with both. Yes, it’s informative and entertaining but it’s such a thief, stealing hours of our precious time. People just look at crap all day long now. I get sucked into looking at a million quotes on how I should be living and how I must meditate when I could actually be using that wasted time meditating and living. If we are sucked in so easily how is your ten-year-old going to override the brainwashing when they get their own shiny new iPhone. My twelve-year-old son loves Tik Tok, my friend’s beautiful niece is being viciously bullied by some hideous human who thought it would be fun to humiliate her on Tik Tok, and hundreds of thousands of others think it is fun too. Tik Tok doesn’t give a shit that a thirteen-year-old innocent girl is being laughed at and abused. Nice world we live in isn’t it?
I like Twitter, I like reading articles it’s educational. I don’t like the bitchiness. Where the hell have peoples manners gone? It’s so confrontational; I am not so sure any of this is good for our mental health. I advised someone yesterday to steer clear of people and things that disturb your calm. I might start taking my own advice. Food isn’t our only source of nourishment; we rarely eat what we can’t stomach. We need to monitor more carefully the information and vibes we are absorbing too.
I like Instagram a lot but it’s manipulative and that I don’t like. As a business, we’ve grown our followers slowly over the years. Well-meaning media savvy people have told us we don’t do it right, we post too much, too personal, too random blah blah blah. For us, we aren’t about the pressure sales (guess we will never get rich selling leggings!) we find it hard to put on a show, to be fake. Honesty and integrity are values we both share. Listen if you want our product that’s amazing, thank you. It is a good product but we never want to force it on anyone, we want you to see it, try it and if you love it then buy it.
Many small businesses depend on being seen on these sites, as social media interaction does drive people onto the website which will increase sales and let’s face it we all need sales to stay in business. But it’s heavily censored now. Your views and opinions can get you ghosted, watch out. And if you aren’t playing the game, you know the one it’s called Instagram says then you will be invisible (damn those algorithms). Likes, comments, hashtags, videos and reels, what next I ask; how far are we prepared to go to sell our products and grab those little heart shapes? Are we all selling something even when we don’t have actual merchandise? The world is hooked; Russell Brand says that if something is free then you are the product. As with any good obsessive habit do we have to go cold turkey and delete those addictive apps completely or can we master the art of moderation? Like having just the one drink, can we limit our compulsion to scroll?
I had this mad dark thought a while ago, so much of what we hold dear now is in that phone it’s kind of creepy. We’ve sold off the CD collections and DVDs our memories aren’t in tacky plastic folders and our favourite books aren’t on shelves, we have become so reliant on WiFi to entertain us it seems that invisible force and its providers hold great power over us. What even are we now as a species without everything at our fingertips?
So I am weaning myself off the digital drug, this week I have actually read more and meditated more. It felt good.
I am keeping all my books just in case; my collection of self-improvement books is extensive I could start a library. And you probably won’t see me or Becki selling our soul on social media anytime soon, so if we disappear please go straight to yogaleggs.com if you do need any Yoga Leggs.
Much love and you will probably read this on your phone, ironic I know. Many thanks