It’s been 6 days since my personal Facebook experiment started. I’m so glad I did this.
A while back, I read Hands Free Mama‘s post about putting down electronics and embracing real life. I made a half-hearted attempt at disconnecting. It didn’t last. It maybe never really started. But this has been a clean break, and since I stopped using Twitter some months ago, I’m virtually social media free. It feels great. And I am almost certain that I’ll make this permanent. I can only speak for myself, but being invested in the lives of others to the extent that Facebook allows, is too much for me. I used to worry that if I wasn’t friends with someone through Facebook or Twitter and I deleted these from my life, then I would delete these “friends” from my life. Now, I am reminding myself that if these are our only means of being able to communicate, then we aren’t that close.
I’ve been thinking about a comment I received from my long-time blogging friend, Steph. We met before the days of Facebook and Twitter. She mentioned that her family had vacationed and she took photos but didn’t Instagram them. It was more fun creating the memory than logging it, and making sure your social media world saw it. Personally, every time I put something out there on social media, including Instagram, I’m regularly checking for “Like”s and “Love”s and replies, and it goes on, and on, and on. So, not only have I put a thought or place in time out there, then I want to know that people saw it. And if they saw it, did they like it? Do they have something to say about it? Check. Check. Check. Reply to comments. Check again. Reply again…and so on.
It’s EXHAUSTING. And it’s crazy that this exhaustion stems from something I can make totally absent from my life.
I want to be exhausted from real, tangible things. I am determined to embrace real life again.