So Tuesday evening, I deleted my Facebook. I did it in a permanent manner, so there is no going back.
I make an effort to live intentionally. That is, when I do something I want it to mean something. In my parenting, life choices, or what I cook for dinner. I do it with JOY or gusto. Whatever label you put on it.
Well, in the living intentionally efforts I realized how much time was being taken up by facebook.
Time that I could be spending outdoors, instead of chatting about it
Time that could be spent taking photos instead of posting them
or even time spent living with friends, instead of scaring up drama via the net.
A friend came over and shared with me the many benefits to quitting facebook. The time she has had with her family and the things she has avoided.
It occurred to me as she was talking, how addicted I'd become. I couldn't go more than 20 minutes if I was home without checking it to see if someone had liked my status, or posted a comment on a witty phrase I'd put up. The words ADDICTION crossed my eyes in bright red letters and I knew change was needed.
So, snap there it went, and there it lay on the cutting room floor of the movie of my life.
It has been surprisingly easy, and yet there are traces to remove. Today I snapped a photo of my new hair in expectation of showing the online world, only to remember it did not exist for me any more. So, instead when I showed up at a party of friends, I heard real-world complements of my new do.
I've already found new ways to connect more meaningfully with people. Going rogue for me, has been the right direction of life.
It feels good to not update my status.
I make an effort to live intentionally. That is, when I do something I want it to mean something. In my parenting, life choices, or what I cook for dinner. I do it with JOY or gusto. Whatever label you put on it.
Well, in the living intentionally efforts I realized how much time was being taken up by facebook.
Time that I could be spending outdoors, instead of chatting about it
Time that could be spent taking photos instead of posting them
or even time spent living with friends, instead of scaring up drama via the net.
A friend came over and shared with me the many benefits to quitting facebook. The time she has had with her family and the things she has avoided.
It occurred to me as she was talking, how addicted I'd become. I couldn't go more than 20 minutes if I was home without checking it to see if someone had liked my status, or posted a comment on a witty phrase I'd put up. The words ADDICTION crossed my eyes in bright red letters and I knew change was needed.
So, snap there it went, and there it lay on the cutting room floor of the movie of my life.
It has been surprisingly easy, and yet there are traces to remove. Today I snapped a photo of my new hair in expectation of showing the online world, only to remember it did not exist for me any more. So, instead when I showed up at a party of friends, I heard real-world complements of my new do.
I've already found new ways to connect more meaningfully with people. Going rogue for me, has been the right direction of life.
It feels good to not update my status.
1 comment:
You are very bold mel… that truly does take a LOT of strength to let go. I am glad that it has been a good transition and that you're experiencing some new joys in life!
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