A few weeks ago, I packed my bags and got on a plane to the Virgin Islands. I stayed in a tent on the beach, with very limited internet access. Accessing the Internet required paying $9 per day. I held off for a couple days, reminding myself "You're on vacation, who cares what they're doing back home?" But it was less about caring what everyone else was doing and more about my wanting to share what I was doing.
I wanted to share all of the photos I had been taking and all the experiences I was having. A couple days into my trip, I caved and paid to use the wifi. I don't think I have ever zoomed through content so quickly. I scrolled through my Instagram feed and answered my emails like there was no tomorrow.
I felt slightly ashamed of myself for giving in, but extremely satisfied. I built up so much to share on the Internet that once I was finally given the opportunity to post it, I was able to lay back on my beach towel and soak up those rays. I felt like I could relax.
I honestly could have lived without access to social media for a week, but it was just nice to be able to share what I was doing when I was doing it.
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