I deleted my Facebook account. I did it.
As expected, I had a little pain and regret for a few days but it has since subsided. The space that Facebook once filled is starting to take a new form, and I am remembering what life was like before the days of Mark Zuckerberg’s wondrous invention.
Because I wasn’t running to Facebook every time I felt bored, stressed, or was having an otherwise unpleasant life experience, suddenly I had to face my unpleasant life experiences head on. Suddenly I had to deal with them.
Sadness and various other unpleasant emotions flooded over me for a while. It was annoying and inconvenient, and happened to occur during Anna’s double dose of influenza and a cold. I wasn’t getting enough sleep, I was worried about my kid, and I didn’t have Facebook to distract me! Oh, my.
Then with the help of my husband and his wonderful listening and feedback skills, I remembered how to deal with those uncomfortable feelings I’ve been running from as of late: go to the root. What was I really sad about? What could I do about it? I am not really sure yet, but I feel better, anyway.
It is peaceful here. It is quiet. It is under-stimulating and void of the daily minutiae of 221 friends and 187 groups. Sure, I will miss some people. But I am done with Facebook.
Instead, I am living the details of my own life, even if they happen to be less than pleasant.