Saturday night was a full moon of the Blue Moon variety. Full moons are a great time to acknowledge and release what no longer serves us. There are many things I want to release in order to make room for what I want to create both in my life and my work. While it felt cathartic to write them down and burn them in our fireplace, there was an elephant in the room and it wasn’t going to step into the fireplace on it’s own.
As an analogue spirited gal (Luddite-lite) I do okay living in a digital world, but have noticed I've gotten further away from the things I used to love and that connect me to me. Things like writing and being able to read actual books cover to cover.
I parted ways with cable 15 years ago because the commercials and the 24 hour new cycle left me depleted and sad. Yet over the years, like a frog in the proverbial pot, I’ve found those familiar feelings are creeping back when I am on Facebook. So something has to change and it looks it'll have to be me.
Having just finished the Whole30 program, which was a 30 day reset for my body, it occurred to me I can do the same for Social Media*. Facebook is akin to brain sugar to me and can leave me feeling strung out and twitchy. So I am staging an intervention for myself.
I share this not to speak ill of a medium that has offered up connection and access. Rather I feel like declaring it here, while not remarkable, will help hold me accountable. Facebook serves a great many people and can facilitate really lovely things. I meant it when I said it was me.
*Exception is Instagram (@honey.trabitz) as I enjoy the photos and because it is covered in puppies.