Thank you for putting this out there. I feel the same struggle, and I feel that finding an answer – however imperfect it may be – is one of the big quests I feel myself on these days. I’ve been looking for people who share the same questions and contemplations and would absolutely love a conversation, if that’s of interest to you.
I could have written this - except that I couldn’t 😅. Thank you for so eloquently writing this down and make it so clear where the rotting roots of my discomfort with ‘spirituality’ on IG start.
I enjoyed every word of this. I'm with you and feel such a relaxation as I have not been able to figure out this IG, in and out so many times, as if something about it is important. It's a trance of depletion. Thank you. So well done! I could say much more but for now I want to take this in.
Beautiful and risky writing. Thank you. When I published my first novel last year, I was compelled to grow my social media presence. I felt like a cheap whore. Not that I have anything against cheap whores. But it felt like an infernal exercise to get the gatekeepers of capitalism (in this case the publishing industry) to like me, like me, see me. Exhausting.
Thank you for putting this out there. I feel the same struggle, and I feel that finding an answer – however imperfect it may be – is one of the big quests I feel myself on these days. I’ve been looking for people who share the same questions and contemplations and would absolutely love a conversation, if that’s of interest to you.
I could have written this - except that I couldn’t 😅. Thank you for so eloquently writing this down and make it so clear where the rotting roots of my discomfort with ‘spirituality’ on IG start.
Everything about this is YES.
I enjoyed every word of this. I'm with you and feel such a relaxation as I have not been able to figure out this IG, in and out so many times, as if something about it is important. It's a trance of depletion. Thank you. So well done! I could say much more but for now I want to take this in.
Beautiful and risky writing. Thank you. When I published my first novel last year, I was compelled to grow my social media presence. I felt like a cheap whore. Not that I have anything against cheap whores. But it felt like an infernal exercise to get the gatekeepers of capitalism (in this case the publishing industry) to like me, like me, see me. Exhausting.