I’m Still Here
I’m still here. I am reclaiming myself and I’m still here. What I mean is that this weekend I left Facebook. I said good bye on my personal account, my fan page, and in a group for which I had been administrator. In turning it all off, I realized how much time I had allowed myself to spend on the computer, or phone, all the while justifying it with variations of, “Oh, I need to be on Facebook for my work.” Really? That much? When I took an honest look at how many hours I was spending there every day, it was not because of work, but more of being addicted to it, and you know what? It wasn’t as hard to stop as I thought it would be and it felt liberating to walk away. Should I be queuing up the song “Don’t Walk Away Renee?”
Very quickly my days are returning to actually doing things that I used to do before I went seriously down the Facebook rabbit hole and swallowed up by its vortex. Oh, I know I will miss the latest pictures of friends, food, and puppies, but I can see real people, and puppies right outside my door everyday. I can’t wait to get up in the morning after a good night of sleep, enjoy my coffee, and read a hard copy of my local newspaper. I’m taking walks without my phone. I can check email when I return and I am enjoying more face to face interactions with real live people in real time. As a writer, I spend a heck of a lot of time by myself, so that last part is really important.
To keep swimming, but not drowning, in the social media pond, I will be on Instagram posting pictures of pies, and whatever else I’m dreaming up in my little kitchen.
Anyway, I just wanted to say, I’m still here, and it feels great!