Been thinking about my Instagram addiction lately, and decided to write some thoughts on the subject. Put it together for House of Fly and ran it on through their blog. I think it’s worth reading if you, too, find yourself burning through some of those very early and productive morning hours or those treasured summer evenings, when you should be fishing . . . instead of thumbing your way through mostly garbage material. Really, is that what entertainment has become? I never walk away from a doomscrolling session feeling better about the world, or myself, and then I have to wonder, What, do I think I’ll live forever? What could have been of those hours?
It’s difficult to not follow lemmings off the cliff, but I hope reading my post will at least make you consider what you might be sacrificing. So, give it a read and let me know what you think. Link to House of Fly below. Bonus: some pretty sweet Dean River British Columbia material included in the mix.