For the amount of time I spend mindlessly skimming my Instagram feed, I realized: it was kind of bumming me out. There’s this perverse need to follow people we envy, whose lives look more glamorous than ours, even if it brings us down every time we scroll by their photos. But why??? Just recently, I started “following” someone with a fabulous wardrobe. Every day, her photo popped up, wearing all the Madewell stuff I want right now and can’t afford. It dawned on me: the only purpose her photos served in my feed were to make me feel bad. It wasn’t her fault (at all), but mine. It was my choice to create that constant reminder.
And then I thought about that wildly popular book about tidying up (have you read it?), and this quote spoke to me:
“The best way to choose what to keep and what to throw away is to take each item in one’s hand and ask: “Does this spark joy?” If it does, keep it. If not, dispose of it. This is not only the simplest but also the most accurate yardstick by which to judge.”
If my Instagram feed is curated by me, than why should it be anything but a source of joy, comic relief, and empathy? With that in mind, I’ve started unfollowing accounts. It’s liberating, and feels oddly empowering. I highly recommend it!
Image via Modern Hepburn.