Let’s just get right to it. I’m deleting my Instagram permanently and I have all the feels about it. I’m putting it in writing so I can’t renege. It’s been a topic of conversation in our home for quite a while as my husband has observed the tendency for it to spiral me into anxiety, distract me from the people in front of me and generally inhibit functioning. But, like anything that’s hard to quit, there’s reasons I’ve held on to it. It’s served a function in my life for quite some years. I’ve formed so many connections and met new friends, it’s been a valuable outlet for finding my voice, it’s helped me find solidarity through long days of parenting, it’s been my baby book stand in, it’s been a way to stay in touch with far away relatives, it’s been a means of ministry as I share encouragement, it’s provided an avenue for learning about all sorts of topics and gathering information and resources.
It’s also…