Writing for myself again

I'm not sure about you, but I'm exhausted from content consumption. I'm tired of shiny highlight reels, fake news and ads that insidiously appear on my feed without my approval (or so I think). And the worst offender of all to me? Social media captions generated by AI, because someway along the way, people decided that they preferred sounding polished to being imperfectly human. I'd take typos and grammar sins any day, but that's me.

I don't want to be a hypocrite and say I'm completely authentic in everything I've put out into the WWW. Like everyone else, I have occasionally posted content for engagement and attention—and always hated myself a little bit after. Wasn't social media supposed to be a place for people to connect and build relationships? When did it devolve into a cesspool of ads, misinformation and overly curated personal profiles?

Something had to change. I folded my IG profiles into one (@chillandchakra) that would display loud and proud my disorganised life as a mother of three kids, freelance copywriter, part-time yoga teacher, Tarot reading enthusiast and a curious human. No more topical curation for specific pages. Who really has the time for that?

And after so many years of writing for clients, I've realised I needed an outlet for myself. A platform where I can be free to talk about the issues I care about, wax lyrical about new places I visit and share divine pep talks from the Tarot. There is no putting myself in a box to suit my audience's taste or sensibilities. Nor will I post 3x a day to please the algorithm gods.

This is all me you're getting here. Maybe you'll like what you see, maybe you'll not. Either way, all's good. Life goes on.