This fall I took a step back from social media for a little over one month to live and breathe outside and away from my phone and its addictive hold on my life. I gave myself the freedom to be uncomfortable in line at Starbucks, at a dinner table with a large group of friends, walking to class earbud-free, or inside of general boredom.
Holy cow did I learn a lot, even from just one month without my apps. Nowadays, I have this practice set into my routine as a preventative health tool during crazy and anxious seasons.
Here is what I learned:
Adventuring away - even for a glimpse of a weekend - could not bring me much more joy than it did this particular time. Courtesy of an excuse for anniversary celebrations and our mutual travel bug to experience Southeast cities in ways only we could, my guy and I took to the cobblestone streets for a 36-hour getaway in the charming town of Charleston, South Carolina.
About halfway through the summer, my Type A must-plan-for-school-months-in-advance self decided to take to Instagram stories and beg everyone who followed me for advice on the most important back-to-school essential any student could have.... a planner!
I voiced my frustration with the planner market. I knew my style well enough, and the paisley pink and polka dot vibes simply never agree with me. I love a good effective, goal-setting planner with inspiring quotes and whatnot, but the last thing I cared for was something preppy and over the top. I even held up my planner I'd tried using last semester as proof. It was beige. Just, beige.
Now if those planners with the cute gadgets and bright gizmos are up your alley - I support you! I really do. To each, his own. But for me and my very neutral, earth-toned style, I craved the nothing-ness of beige covers and clean lines.
I haven't had much luck in college finding a planner that works for me, with space to help me track homework and goals, and a price I could actually handle. With modern day technology, I luckily had a community of people to cry SOS to. So I did!
And this, my friends, is what I learned.
Not every day, but more frequently than some, I end my day with a sobfest-style panic attack.
Panic attacks are different for absolutely everyone. No panic attack for me is the same, though I’ve definitely caught on to my triggers and repetition of behavior.
Let's disrupt what it means to read about corners of this Earth online. Raise your hand if you want to see perfectly edited pictures of bloggers living their best life in every dang city you never even thought you wanted to visit. Oh, you don't? Me neither.
I asked on this Instagram post for ideas on how to share about travel without cluttering the Internet with another blog post no one wants to read. Here's what some of you said:
Hi! I'm Chloe, a twenty-something writer and communications strategist figuring it out as I go along. I love airplanes, oat lattes, and deep chats over cheap wine.
I hope you leave here inspired to explore the world and love its people, or, keep reading all the things. It's good for you!
Follow along: @chloe.belangia