Why It’s Okay To Disconnect As A Blogger

What started out as essentially a public diary to document my breastfeeding experience is now a solid resource for first-time parents. Blogging has exposed me to an encouraging group of influencers, content-pushers, entrepreneurs, and mamas who are also trying to navigate their way through what it means to be a parent as a millenial. You’d think having this sweet band of virtual new friends at my fingertips would uplift me – but, I found myself in what felt like the world’s longest rut for weeks.

My days went from filling my mind with memories to filling my phone with content. I stopped being present with my family and started paying more attention to my feed. I became so obsessed with marketing, scrolling, liking, and tagging – and, my spirit became crushed if I didn’t feel like I was keeping up.

Blogging can be intimidating: the staged photos of a fresh cup of coffee, perfect placement of product to get a flawless flatlay, making sure the light catches your child’s glowing face at the table before it’s covered in pureed peas, carefully captioning posts with the right buzz words and hashtags that are used-but-not-overdone, and [OH. MY. GOD.] if one more person tells me to follow a list of strangers so that I can win whatever you are giving away today.

Social media has become a way to stay “connected” to friends, family, celebrities, and strangers. I use “connected” in quotations – because, I don’t think me double-tapping a photo of your family vacation means I got a postcard with details. The only way to truly feel connected to someone is to talk to them. Because it’s so easy to forge our identity on social networks, the Internet only knows who we figuratively are…

…and, that’s what causes us to play the comparison game.

We all do it. We scroll past the picture of the beautiful mama smiling at her bubbling toddler dressed in Madewell from head-to-toe without a cloud in the sky or a tantrum in sight and we instantly think our life is inferior. We double-tap the photo of the woman drinking coffee at sunrise in her white bed and start to feel ‘less than’ since we had to drive in to an office or wake up to a screaming hungry babe.

Facebook and Instagram are glorified wells of comparison. They are daily invitations to make sure you’re measuring up to the next person who comes across your feed. If you’re not careful, you can find yourself constantly feeling insecure every time you open up that little app on your phone – like I did.

That’s why I think it’s totally okay for social media to take a back seat, especially as a blogger. Continuously pushing content and marketing for followers can take a mental toll after a while – and, you could find yourself indefinitely smelling the roses of someone else’s life (or, feed) rather than sniffing the crap out of your own. Sure, I’ve lost a bit of traffic on Life With Leo and The Oil Exchange since ditching the all-day scroll – but, I guarantee you I’m a lot better for it.

My life is not always aesthetically-pleasing and my child is not always well-behaved. My clothes aren’t from Pink Blush and my white bedding may look dingy on most days. I’m not a perfect Christian, wife, mother, daughter, sister, employee, or friend – but, I can confidently say that I pride myself on always being who I am regardless of if I gain a few followers or not.

This isn’t a “goodbye-for-now-see-ya-when-I-see-ya” post as Life With Leo is very much alive, well, and will continue to be for days and weeks to come – but, hopefully it reminds you of yet another way to engage in self-care…

…and, you won’t have to wonder why I’ve gone missing for weeks.

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