TikTok was never for me. Sure, I enjoyed it, and my right thumb got the workout of its life over the last five years, but it was never for me.
As a creative, that was a long standing frustration. Why can’t I do this? I would ask myself every time I’d pick up the phone to try to “put myself out there”. How did this come so naturally to millions of other people, yet feel so foreign to me?
Now that’s not necessarily surprising. I’m no stranger to the b-side of life. The introspective underbelly of every interaction, the minute expressions that expose the truth - Yeah, I saw that.
But most people don’t. Most people like the scroll, the Sparknotes version of life where profound messages become trends, watered down for easy digestion.
I’m not drinking that. I’ve forged my own path through life’s forests and found reservoirs of truth that quench my soul’s thirst. Truths that can’t be captured in thirty seconds, because they took a lifetime to find.
Five weeks free of TikTok and my book is fully launched. I’m discovering other people similar to myself, and my creativity is flowing so freely.
So maybe it's not that TikTok wasn't for me.
Perhaps it was a message from the Universe - a reminder that my words are worthy of the space they take up.
