10 Years? Really?

When this arrived in my Facebook feed late last year, I am sure I did not feel the warm fuzzy feeling that FB had intended me to feel.

I was rather horrified. 10 years? I had really been using Facebook for 10 years?

I started to think about the clicks and the time. How many? How much? I can’t imagine. Each click a drop in the bucket of the Facebook flood. Even the clicks to hide an ad enriched their “engagement numbers.” In a small, but very real way, I was part of the problem.

That, and many people use FB as a blog anyway. Who hasn’t see a 1,000 word post and said “TLDR” to themselves? Or you have that one friend who has denigrated into a ranty old person.

The worst part though was I had given them my best stuff! My wriest observations; funniest jokes. The very best pictures of my cat, Max. All the urban adventures I’ve had.

What the hell was I doing?

Friends had cut the cord as much as possible. Some I know only use Messenger now. Some, like me have to use it for work. That was my concern when I decided to curtail. It’s like being a former smoker in a bar that allows smoking. It’s so easy to start again.

But curtail I did. I left groups, stopped following pages, unfriended high school boys and others who I never hear from, buried the app six screens deep. A dedicated CTA rider, I set a station limit. “Social Media only until Wilson and only after you’ve checked email.”  That was my rule. I did very well and enjoyed all the benefits that others mention. Mostly I was just more in touch with the world.

But I missed the creative side. I missed having an outlet for all this stuff I notice, see, do and want to share. 

So I decided to start a blog.

I figured I would start at the beginning of 2019. I’d have some good content up by the time I got to my birthday in March. I started writing. A small spiral notebook in my purse; a large Moleskine at home.

Then something profoundly and uniquely sad happened to me.

My FB experience changed again, but my feelings about not wanting to be part of it didn’t. 

So, here we are. I will be talking about my life, my experiences, my opinions. Photos too, once I figure out a cogent way to organize them.

Although Greg might have a different opinion, let’s just hope FB doesn’t buy my hosting company!

 

 

 

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