I have lost my Insta-mojo

When I see all those cheerful little photos above, I immediately feel a bit sad again. Because those photos all come from my Instagram, from times when I eagerly and happily posted cheerful, cozy, and hopefully also funny photos on Instagram all day long. That time seems to be over, my Insta-mojo is hard to find, and I fear the worst. Oh, and be warned, this piece has a depth like no other.

After New York, London, and Peru, where I calmly posted three photos a day and had to hold back to not let it become more, everything went wrong. Back in Amsterdam, it was back to the usual order of the day, which is just a lot less suited for Instagram. But it's not just that, somehow I find nothing photo-worthy, I can't come up with a nice little text for anything, and I quickly think: “meh, never mind.” As a result, I have only posted four photos in two weeks, which is really ridiculously little for me.

And I find that stupid because I think Instagram is just so incredibly cozy

And I find that stupid because I think Instagram is just so incredibly cozy. Think of it as a writer's block, I want to, but it just doesn't work. Of course, there are worse things in the world, and believe me when I say that I am not as superficial as it seems right now. But still, I am bothered by it. “Well, isn't it lovely?” Jet says, and somewhere it is also a bit peaceful, but that feeling loses out to the ‘Insta-drift.’

By the way, for writers with a writer's block, it is a tried and tested method to write about their writer's block, so maybe this post will work for me too. And if it doesn't work, then you should just invite me to a lot of exciting parties and exotic trips, because that always works. So you know what you have to do.