I decided to go through some of my social media and delete old posts… Here are a few things I noticed:

I’m turning into a private person, or at least a more private person than I was before. I’m struck by how, in my own youth, I had an eagerness to share and to be open. I don’t think I’ve changed too dramatically, but the need for third-party approval has diminished a little.
Taking down old posts feels like taking back a bit of control. It might be an illusion, but given how onerous it is to do on some sites, doing so feels good.
Old pictures and craftily-worded thoughts give me a false pang of nostalgia… I say its false because a) I don’t like dwelling on nostalgic thoughts and b) social media represents a small percentage of my life and c) the people and the relationships those posts present/represent, are with me, in albums in my house, in the phone calls and visits we continue to make with each other.
The exercise highlights the importance of being in the present moment. The accumulation of posts made are all bits of past me… past efforts, past struggles, past happiness… and “saving them” would feel like taking away from the importance and beauty of the present. We’re here, I’m here, let’s be here today!