For Lent this year, I gave up breathing....
Sorry, what I meant was, I gave up Facebook.
It's sort of the same thing to me.....
Truth be told, giving up breathing would've been easier than giving up Facebook!
I did this because I've come to the realization that Facebook makes me less authentic in real life, and it's squelching my creativity.
I'm guilty of jumping onto Facebook every morning to see what's going on in the world and what's going on in other people's world, even before my feet hit the carpet.
I jump on Facebook when I'm riding in the car, when I'm standing in line at Chipotle, when I'm stuck in traffic, and as embarrassing as it is to admit: even when I'm not "stuck" in traffic...
Last week my wife was talking to me when we were driving in the car and I realized we'd had an entire 20 minute conversation, and I could not tell you what she had even said. (Sorry, Honey!) That's because instead of being present, I was surfing through Facebook watching kittens fall off counter tops, learning how to bake a potato via solar power, and reading about my friend from 3rd grade's daughter who finally popped in the potty. (Congrats, kid!)
Now, these things are important and I enjoy them, but do I value them over the time I spend with my family?
With my friends?
I wish my answer was no, but in that moment I realized I was placing more value on online relationships and the online escape than in my physical world, and I needed to stop.
There was no fancy post saying I was taking a Facebook sabbatical, I just quit. Honestly, most people probably don't even notice I'm gone.
I'm allowing myself to get on to post my blog posts, but I'm not getting back on every few minutes to watch for "Internet trolls." (A huge concern for me sometimes...) I'm just sending my writing out into the digital world to survive on it's own. To be liked (or not) by whomever enjoys it, and I'm going to catch up with it and read the comments the next time I'm online to share another blog post.
The first few days of being Facebook free caused me to tick and twitch, I so wanted to know what all those notifications were about, but this experience has actually forced me to write more because I can't quickly throw a picture on my wall with a funny saying.
It's forcing me to delve deeper.
I appreciate that.
It's made me be more present and I'm enjoying planning my spring gardens, playing outside, getting work done around the new homestead, and spending more physical time with the people I love.
Not only will I survive the 40 days, 40 nights, and 7 Sundays, but I think I will be better for it....