Turning off ain’t all that sexy

Okay, I admit it. I can’t do it. Every time I go away I promise myself I’m going to shut down. Shut off. Shun technology. But here I am, at the ripe old age of 32, admitting my biggest fault – I’m unable to truly turn off.

I’m not sure what it is that drives me to click, scroll and share … Maybe it’s that untenable notion of always wanting to feel connected with the people I love who aren’t with me. To share the highs and lows as if we were together. Maybe it’s a simple addiction. Do the internet and dopamine work hand in hand to stifle my plans for letting go the reigns of modern technology?

I’m not sure. All I know is that the 2,200 photos I’ve taken across the USA and amongst family and friends in the past two weeks will serve as digital memories alongside the ones I may someday forget. This is a good thing, right?

In the end, I’m not sure why I’m feeling slightly guilty for logging on – I’m going to have to work on embracing this love of connecting instead of shunning it because people who write pervasive blog posts with catchy headlines tell me to!

Right, that’s enough for now. Time to put the phone down and play some basketball and hit up a rodeo. Don’t worry though, I’ll be back.