From Posting to Presence: A Goodbye for Now
Before 2021, my relationship with social media was… minimal. A handful of posts on Instagram, mostly vacation shots or moments I wanted to remember. Facebook had more content, but that was mainly because I used it like a digital photo album. I’m older—so that was the thing back then. A place to store, not perform.
Then came the book.
When Get Out of My Head launched, I was told (wisely, I suppose) that I needed to “build my platform.” To grow an audience. Engage. Show up. And so I did. What started as a few thoughtful posts about ideas from the book became a steady stream of insights, photos, videos, and carousels. I genuinely enjoyed it at first. It felt like an extension of the work—connecting with others who were navigating similar struggles. It was meaningful. And it was fun.
But sometime last year, I noticed something shift.
I was on a walk with my daughter, and I caught myself composing a caption in my head while she was telling me a story. Not a long caption. Just a snappy one-liner to pair with the video I was thinking of capturing. And that was the moment it clicked: I was no longer simply living. I was posting about living—in real time.
My internal dialogue had started to narrate life through the lens of shareable content. Every moment became potential material. And that realization hit harder than I expected.
I didn’t like what it was doing to me. Not just to my time or attention, but to the way I experienced joy, beauty, or even stillness. Everything was being filtered through a “how will I share this?” lens. I had gone from presence to performance. From living in the moment to scripting it.
So maybe you noticed—my posts began to shift.
They got less personal. More focused on ideas, frameworks, business. In part, that was intentional. I was trying to reclaim some part of my life that felt like it had slipped away. But even in that shift, something still didn’t sit right.
It started to feel like I was performing productivity. Writing about the work of Alively more than actually doing the work. Posting about the concepts that inspire me more than letting them shape me. Creating carousels instead of creating momentum.
And all of that takes time. Not just the logistical time of crafting a post, but the mental space—the headspace it rents. And that time has to come from somewhere.
That somewhere, for me, was the space I need to be present. With my family. With my work. With myself.
So, here we are. This is my last blog post for the foreseeable future.
I’m stepping back. Not in protest. Not in burnout. Just in quiet clarity.
Maybe I’ll write fiction again, just for me. Maybe I’ll continue reflecting on these ideas—presence, purpose, boundaries—but I won’t post about them. At least not now. I want to see where this goes, when I’m not living it out loud.
I started all of this—posting, writing, sharing—because I believed that the things I was thinking about might be things others were struggling with too. That was the real gift of Get Out of My Head. Hearing from readers, from you, that these ideas resonated. That you were also navigating the tension between doing and being, between showing up and staying sane. That meant the world to me.
But lately, I’ve started to feel like I’m just shouting into the social echo chamber. Unsure if I’m helping anyone… other than a few trillion-dollar companies that thrive on clicks, likes, and the illusion of connection.
And that’s not what I want to feed.
So this is me signing off. Not forever, maybe. But for now.
I’m choosing presence over posting. Depth over reach. Living the work, rather than talking about it.
Thank you—for reading, for walking alongside me, for being part of this journey. Truly. I’m grateful for every message, every thoughtful comment, every quiet “that sounds like me too” you’ve shared.
So long, and goodbye—for now.
—Andrew









