To be honest, I’ve gone back and forth on deleting my Tumblr for a year or so. I kept telling myself that I could just log off, that it wasn’t necessary to delete my page entirely – that I had enough self control to not log back on.
That was a lie.
It’s time I broke it off with Tumblr for good.
Here’s the thing. I both love and hate Tumblr. Tumblr has provided me with countless beautiful images, stories and facts. I think it made me a better person and a better artist, but I don’t think it’s helping anymore.
The other day I was talking with my friend Chloe (Hi, Chle Chle!) about Tumblr. She told me that she deleted her Tumblr and she would never look back. I owe her a lot for making me think about, and ultimately decide to delete my Tumblr.
Here are the three reasons why I chose to delete my Tumblr:
1) It made me lazy.
I realized that I was no longer creating content. I was curating it. And there’s nothing wrong with that. I certainly prided myself on reblogging beautiful images of woodsy interiors and unknown artists for at least five years. I’m at a point in my life, however, where I’m scheduling everything – and I’m finding that more often than not I’m not penciling time in for myself to sit down and be creative anymore.
Without Tumblr, I will undoubtedly have more time for schoolwork and extracurricular activities, but I’m also hoping to make more time for creative endeavors as well.
2) It made me procrastinate.
Let’s face it – Tumblr can be addicting. In five years, I’ve created over 3,800 posts (mostly reblogs) and liked over 8,000 more. Not one of those posts was a portfolio piece, nor was it anything of much value to me now or to my future career.
I spent five years building a tiny empire of nothingness. That’s a whole lot of time I could’ve spent creating my own content; or doing extra credit; or getting more involved in extra curricular activities.
3) It made me sad.
Tumblr is a personal blogging platform above all else. It’s a safe place for people to vent their feelings. I also allowed my heart to spill out onto the keyboard from time to time, but I would then keep my Tumblr page guarded in anonymity – hiding it from potential employers. Seeing other posts about sad events triggered my own posts about sad, mundane facts of my life that no future employer wanted, or needed, to know.
I think deleting my Tumblr will make me a happier person.
None of this is to say that Tumblr is a malevolent social media platform that sucks the life out of you. It’s far from it. I’ve learned a lot from Tumblr and the people I followed there, but I’m ready to move on.
Thank you for everything, Tumblr: It’s not you, it’s me.
What do you think? Was I wrong to breakup with Tumblr? Let me know in the comments.