Shutterstock photo by David C. Rehner. Opening the Twitter app I showed him the video of the cat swatting at the birds through a kitchen window. While out at the ferris wheel in Seattle we all posed for the most Instagrammable photo - all lights against a (semi-cloudy) night sky. On Facebook, family members fought, with absolute ferocity, about why Trump should or shouldn’t be president in the comments section of a post I’d put up regarding a chickpea salad recipe. I deleted the post, embarrassed. WhatsApp would have randos messaging me, and sometimes wanting to “face talk”. Most of these instances happened years ago and yet, I stayed on. Observation: Not having to be on your phone constantly nowadays feels like a privilege. About two years ago I wrote a post entitled Is Social Media Serving Artists Or Starving Them ? Just before writing it, I was struggling with my own inability to decide whether or not leaving such large social “networks” would cast a gaping hole in my world — my per...