even just a little bit, cutting back on the number of times I just check, being “away” from Facebook has changed how I feel about it. I knew I didn’t like the way Facebook has crept into every facet of our lives (so many of us, though I do have friends who “don’t do Facebook,” they do exist!). but now, when I “go back to Facebook,” it feels like noise. mostly that’s because Facebook has forced all kinds of garbage onto what I see, but it’s also a product of our chaotic time.
the lesson here for me is to continue the slow weaning process I’ve started.
I’m going to post more freely here, not worrying about whether or not what I write is “share-worthy.” moving away from Facebook seems almost radical at this point, so I’ll keep inching along the road where it’s easier to breathe.