I went two whole months without Snapchat.
The decision to delete was super random, I just kind of went for it one day and never looked back. Yes, for a while it was honestly kind of miserable not talking to my friends every second of the day. And it was extra awkward telling people I didn't have one.
But overall, I knew deleting it was the best thing for me to do.
About a week ago I got it back and I've noticed myself on my phone so much more and I hate it.
I went years saying I wasn't addicted to the app, but here I am saying that I am.
I find more joy in sharing the funny things that happen throughout my day on my story more than I do actually living out those memories.
I find more joy in the recognition I get from my ugly selfies than I do make ugly faces at my friends and us laughing about it.
I'm addicted to the way Snapchat makes me feel.
But out of all of the things in this world to be addicted to I hate that it's my phone.
Instead of finding joy in posting about my friends, I want to find more joy in laughing with my friends.
I want memories to fill my soul rather than my phone.
I want more things to talk about than to post about.
I want to be able to tell more funny stories than to post them.
Sure, having an extra way to talk to my friends is fun. Having another way to share how awesome the people I do life with is incredible. And there is by no means anything wrong with loving this way to communicate with people, but me putting in above real quality time is where my issue lies.
My time away from Snapchat was real, raw, and honestly hilarious. I remember more from when I didn't have it than I do now and that's what I love most about the time that I didn't and why every day I consider deleting it again.
Take this challenge - delete Snapchat for a week and see the quality of memories you can hold on to.