Well, if this doesn’t hit between the eyes…
Each night I lay in my bed beside my boyfriend with one eye closed against the pillow, the other eye open, and wheeled down Instagram’s infinite scroll. Each morning I woke up to my phone alarm and rolled over to tap it off and, if I had time, looked at Instagram half-asleep. I easily spent an hour on it a day — in bed, on the subway, or at my desk during lunch. Compared with the hours I spent elsewhere on the internet, it felt like nothing.
DAYNA TORTORICI
Catching myself more often, though, asking myself “why?” What am I gaining? Am I learning? Growing?
It’s far easier to pass the time on Instagram that it is to write (like this), or to create music, or do 20 minutes of stretching.
Mind you I found my run coach via Instagram. I find inspiring quotes from runner friends, which gets me out the door some mornings.
It’s just wild how Instagram has become my routine, my habit, my ritual. And not just for me, for so many others, too.