The Social Media Detox Chronicles: Day 2 and Counting

So, here we are—day two of no social media on my phone. I didn’t really plan this detox, but in a moment of clarity, I just decided to go for it. No Snapchat, no Instagram, no distractions. Initially, I wasn’t sure how long I’d stick with it, but then the idea of doing it until my birthday (May 1st) popped into my head. That’s 42 days away, and it kind of felt like my own version of a 75 Hard challenge. If I push it just a bit more, I could make it to May 31st. Why not, right?

But let’s be real—it’s eye-opening. Already, I’ve noticed that some people only communicate through social media. Yesterday, I gave my number to four guys I’d been talking to. One of them dropped off the face of the earth today simply because I wasn’t reachable on Snapchat. That really tells you something. If they can’t see your face every five seconds, are they even interested in actual conversation?

It follows the ‘Love Is Blind’ theory—without constant photos and instant messages, you actually have to talk. I’m not about to get into a selfie war with a 27-year-old man. If you want to talk to me, write me a letter, send a messenger pigeon, or show up at my door with flowers. The way people communicate (or don’t) says a lot.

Anyway, back to today. I got my workout in outside. Pilates, squats, good mornings, calf raises, glute bridges—you name it. My heart was racing, and for a second, I got a little panicky. But I remembered something from a podcast I listened to. The host talked about anxiety and how we have two choices: stay inside and be “safe” or go out and live even if it’s terrifying. She said, “I choose terror.” That hit me. Because when has playing it safe ever actually felt fulfilling? So I did my squats, embraced the burn, and kept pushing forward.

Physically, I’m sweating. The Maui Babe tanning oil is on, though I’m not convinced it’s doing much for my ghostly skin. But my mom says I look a little tan, so I’ll take it. Also, something bit me. Possibly a spider. Possibly an ant. Either way, I need to put something on these welts.

Mentally, though, I feel good. I feel closer to God than I did three days ago. And I’ve realized something—privacy is powerful. I’m learning not to announce my plans to the world. No more “I’m starting a workout tomorrow” or “I’m applying for this job.” I’ll do it, and once I have results, then I’ll share. Too many people are watching, listening, and sometimes, not with the best intentions. Some people will try to sabotage you, others will judge, and some will just sit back and wait for you to fail. So why give them a preview?

Another unexpected perk of this detox? Peace. No constant notifications, no juggling five conversations across different apps. Just me, my thoughts, and whatever I choose to engage with. My only doom-scrolling is on Pinterest, adding to my vision board instead of wasting time on meaningless chats.

Oh, and I came across something Kendall Jenner said on a podcast—she keeps her phone on Do Not Disturb. If it’s important, people will call. They’ll find a way to reach you. We don’t have to be available 24/7. That’s a whole mindset shift right there.

So, what’s next? Tanning, making a pizza, walking on the treadmill later. Keeping it simple, keeping it intentional. And honestly? I feel free.