A month ago, I gave up Twitter. Just hit the delete button, and said goodbye to 900 followers. Or 900 avatars, about 100 followers. People I knew in real life I sent to Facebook. Then, came the Facebook Cleanse, in which Harley Guy and I spent 30 days offline. I blogged about my boredom and my restlessness. I lost friends, but gained my sobriety.
I still blogged here. In fact, I blogged more. And, I didn’t rely on comments for feedback, or people to send my blog posts to the social media world. I embraced the chatty, free flow thinking of the way I write, and wrote here.
We came back yesterday to Facebook. We exchanged our passwords and logged on. I stared at the screen full of activity that I’d been missing this month, and sort of started to remember this event, or wow, your mom died, or yeah…you ran that race…
…and I wondered what, if anything, I had to add to the conversation.
My world has become quiet this last month. I attend baseball games, and my head isn’t in my phone tweeting. I go to coffee and lunch with people and my phone is in my purse. I have started to use my device to add to my life, instead of detract. I set up Google Calendars, Weight Loss and Running Apps, Feedreaders, so that my time online is limited. I wrote in journals, and read books and newspapers. But. I was present. My boys and I established a ritual Wednesday night Family Night (shifting from Sundays). I cooked. I cleaned. I taught sons how to fully do laundry. Wash, Dry, Fold, Put away. We streamlined.
So. I’m back. I don’t even know what that looks like, yet here I am.