2/20/18 – Tuesday
I woke up tired. I had a lot of weird dreams.
I didn’t try to mindlessly swipe to the Facebook App like I had been in days past.
It feels like a scab that I know better than to touch, but the itch is still there.
I miss my friends, especially the ones that spread support and love through Facebook. Continue reading “Unfriending Facebook: Day 5”
2/18/18 – Sunday
I got up and downloaded a stupid game app to fill a little bit of my time while I was still waking up. I know I’m replacing one type of addiction with another, but at least cute little dragons don’t fill me with existential dread.
I decided to make homemade strawberry jam. This was completely out of character for me. It was really fun and my daughter helped. I felt really good to make something from scratch that took a long period of focused time. Continue reading “Unfriending Facebook: Day 3”
The day after the Parkland shooting….I had finally had it.
My abusive relationship with Facebook had to end.
The process to archive was simple enough, but the download took about an hour and a half. The whole time, I scrolled through FB, wondering how many friends would notice. How many people would I lose touch with completely? That hour felt like I was preparing mentally for myself to go to a funeral. A funeral for all of my friends en masse. Continue reading “Unfriending Facebook: Day 1”
I am working with a great group of people in the Boho Berry Tribe on facebook.
Part of that miracle morning is planning out affirmations to help me start each day. I thought it would be helpful for me to plan these out ahead of time so I can save a bit of tine on the planning each day and get right to the miracle-making. Continue reading “Miracle Morning – A month of affirmations”
Tuesday night, I was numb. Wednesday I cried. Today, I move forward.
Yesterday, I read a few mean-spirited, gloating posts and I heard jokes from well-intended people who do not understand the fears of many of their fellow Americans.
And for many hours, I lost hope.
For me, this was an incredible loss. To feel that the country around me was so disenfranchised that they put their vote in someone who preached such hate. To give the highest title an elected Continue reading “Post Election: Daring to Hope?”
