I Deleted Instagram. Here's What Happened.

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Did you like that cringe-worthy Washington Post style clickbait title? Pretty enticing, right?

[UPDATE! I wrote this in March of 2019, but have since deleted my Instagram account altogether. So...read on if you'd like to understand the freedom I felt in merely deleting the app from my phone. I'm working on an article about quitting social media entirely and will update this page when it's finished.]

Imagine a world in which you disengage from all the terrible stuff on social media, but you still participate in the wonderful, beautiful, content-generation side of social media [selfies].

Ahh… digital Shangri la.

I like contributing content for brand-building purposes. I want people to find me, my comedy, my writings, my cocktails, my recipes… But I don’t want spend hours mindlessly flipping through what Instagram thought was best for me. Which is exactly what I was doing. Every morning. Every night. In between sets at the gym. While other people were talking at me.

I could have unfollowed everyone. But that's like an eight-cocktails-in decision. [For reference, willingly seeing a movie in a theater is a two-cocktail decision; making brunch plans is a three-cocktail decision, and choosing to get a tattoo is a twelve-cocktail decision.]

The next best thing was deleting Instagram.

Here’s what happened…

I started reading more.

Whenever I had a free nanosecond, I’d pop open my phone and open Instagram. I wasn’t actually doing anything in Instagram. I’d just mindlessly flip through pictures.

I only follow about a hundred people, so there’s not much new stuff happening every second. I told this once to a friend. She told me to follow more people. I told her to… Actually, what I told her is neither important nor g-rated.

So I deleted the app.

And then I needed something to fill The Void.

So I started reading more.

When I’m between sets in the gym, instead of Instagram I now read a few paragraphs.

The moment I wake up, instead of ‘gramming, I’m reading. You get the picture.

I still posted.

Did you know you can post to Instagram without being in Instagram? I use Planoly to schedule all my posts. It’s as easy as dragging and dropping images into the web app (or iPhone/Android app), adding a caption/tags/hashtags/etc, and then scheduling it.

Another option is Tailwind. I’ve used them for Instagram posting in the past, but I like Planoly a bit better. I still use Tailwind to automate all my Pinterest activity.

The beautiful thing is you can still share what you want to share [selfies, sunsets, and shots at the bar], but you don’t have to listen to all the crap out there. It’s heaven. Really.

My iPhone battery never got below 95%

I deleted Instagram. I’m not sure what to do with my iPhone now. Why even have one?

Wiff also deleted Instagram. You can read her thoughts on it here.

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