A digital purge of epic proportions happened last week. I mean the literal deleting of years and years of posts, comments, reactions and messages.
There was nothing to hide; rather, the sheer psychological weight had become too much to bear. The weight on my poor LinkedIn profile, the weight on me as a writer.
It’s like that awkward high-school kiss you’d rather forget, repeating on loop and haunting you mercilessly to this day.
I feel stupid saying that, as the past is the past. But I have watched my thinking become weighed down by history. My posts from 2015 are downright amateur, the positioning of ideas poorly thought out. Some unnecessary baiting, too.
So I purchased one of those ‘erase your social media presence before that big interview’ utilities, and did just that. Overnight, chugging away. Blindly trusting it wasn’t compromising my profile somehow.
Goodbyes said, the slate cleared, and purging done. What comes next, I’m not entirely sure. But I am excited. And that’s been missing for way too long.
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