This weekend Coley and I made a major life decision. Second only to the decision to conceive children, this decision was paramount - immensely life changing. It was the kind of decision that I may question over and over again, taking controlled breaths to keep a panic attack off my back.
This weekend Coley and I deleted all social media applications from our iPhones. I deleted all of them: Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, all of them, even Amazon. I deleted every app I used more than 10%. I turned my iPhone X into a thousand dollar iPod with a built in phone and calculator.
It just got to us - the technology sucked us both in. Day after day and night after night, we sat behind glowing screens and withdrew from the physical world. That meant withdrawing from one another. I started to miss her as she sat right next to me on the couch and she started to miss me.
Coley came to me just days ago and told me about her brave, ambitious plans to hack society by deleting Facebook and Instagram. It was a bold proposition. I knew the consequences for such non-conformity. She’d risk “missing out.” It was only my love for her that had me follow her down that dangerous path.
Within seconds our lives were changed. We both pressed on the lighted screens in front of us and tapped the tiny X over and over until we found ourselves on the other side. We looked up and we saw one another. It sort of felt like the decision to leave a career because you know it’s not right for you. The feeling you get when you let go of something you’ve spent a lot of time with to focus on something better.
I still reach for my phone constantly and look at the screen. There is nothing there, so I put the phone down, I smile and I look at Coley, June, Laurel or Townes. There is something there - something far more important, intelligent, entertaining and beautiful. That fucking phone has wasted so much of my time.
So, you may have noticed that there was no update on Instagram this week to inform you of this post. Going forward you may not see updates any longer. You may have to set a reminder to visit rhythmicbursts.com every Tuesday morning for a new post.
If you are reading this - if you found your own way here - you are one of the reasons I deleted those apps. This post is for you. Thank you for taking the time to read this blog, and if you are in the Atlanta area, come on by our place and say hello - you’ll likely find me in the moment in the girls playroom, or on the screen porch listening to the wind and the birds.