to write.

I'm bored. Not just bored with the day or the moment, I'm bored with life. I'm not sad, not upset, just stuck in this cyclical cycle of sleep, work, gym, Netflix, swipe left and right, sleep. There's more, there's got to be more. So today I plan to start my search for more.

I deactivated all of my social media today. Not in the 'look at me, I'm so not mainstream' way, but in a sincere effort to regain positive mental space. I think the constant reminder that classmates and friends are moving forward with their lives with engagements, marriages and babies is making me feel behind. It started making me feel worth less and restless. So I quit. I uninstalled Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Messenger, all of it. And now I am alone, in this weird pre/post social media emptiness that feels more freeing then I expected. It's not that I'm alone, everyone who wants to get a hold of me can, but I am alone in my privacy and ability to live life off a timeline. Off of a like for like dependancy. My goal is a month, more if I can manage it

I don't have a super detailed plan for this blog. It's likely just a space for my word vomit of feelings that I am usually incapable of expressing to anyone. Sometimes funny, sometimes real, sometimes just some recipes that I like.

#becky