It’s not you, it’s me.
I have watched as this Presidential election has pitted friend against friend and divided families.
For the most part, my family has tried to stay above the fray, not using social media for anything except positive posts, family photos for the grandmas, and dog/cat logs.
But this morning, things are different.
I thought things would be better on November 9th.
My social media newsfeeds tell me otherwise.
Never one to stick my head in the sand (found out a bit over five years ago that doesn’t work–believe me, I tried!), I have decided I have outgrown social media.
It’s lost the intended purpose for which it was created–a way to stay in touch, a way to share joys and concerns, a way for my sons’ family members living far away to see how much they’ve grown and matured.
So I’m breaking up with you, Facebook.
It’s been real, Twitter.
Except for the occasional grandson picture for Mary Ellen & Sandra, and cross-posting of my blog (which I have greatly neglected BECAUSE of social media), I am done.
Finished. Stick a fork in me.
For those of you who have not subscribed to my blog, please do so, because here and only here you are going to get me, the real me. 100% of who I am.
Some of you, after reading future posts may decide to unsubscribe 🙂
I’m just a widow, raising two sons, instilling in them a sense of justice, to be colorblind when it comes to skin tone (all souls are the same color, don’t you know?).
They’ll treat women with the respect they deserve, as equals, capable of achieving anything–they see a strong woman leading their family, after all, which is a humbling realization for this left handed girl from Western Kentucky.
They don’t see nationality, gender, religion or lack thereof. They will treat each and every person as if they have worth–because they DO.
I’m going back to my first love, blogging and writing. Facebook has been a sorry substitute for what God has called me to do. I’ve spent way too much time staring at a screen, getting my panties in a bunch over crap that doesn’t amount to a hill of beans. The view on social media is much like a racehorse’s wearing blinders; you don’t get the real picture of what’s going on around you. You see one path, oblivious to anything and everything else. In the process, you can become jaded.
Don’t get me wrong, that’s not a bad thing when you’re a racehorse.
But it can be dangerous when you’re a human being. Seeing the whole picture is what sets us apart from the racehorse.
The greatest thing He has called me to do is to love. A close second is be a positive role model for two teenage young men, who are looking to me today for guidance more than they have in years. I assure them we’re going to be okay.
So if you’ll excuse me, I have a world to change and boys to raise.
In other words, I have bigger fish to fry than “liking” posts or “retweeting” profound prose. I am weary of social media. It’s become a cancer instead of a cure.
In the end, when all is said and done, all we take from this earth is love.
As for me and my house, we will continue to love extravagantly without any stipulations, to feel others’ pains and empathize, and most importantly live large (a favorite saying of my late husband). The three of us want to take so darn much love with us when we head to heaven that we’ll need extra bags to put it all in 🙂
“It’s not you, it’s me….” And this breakup is amazingly freeing.
I highly recommend you do the same 🙂
“So these three things remain: faith, hope, and love. But the best one of these is love.” 1 Corinthians 13:13 (GW)
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But I will miss Jax and the “Queen”. Write my friend.
Oh I’m gonna write. But it’s going to be for me, not in social media. I’m getting a book deal within the year. It’s my goal. Love you friend ♡
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Good for you and your two sons!
I’m not on FB, and have been blogging since Sept. 2008. Blogging is more real, more personal in my humble opinion.
I wish you well and have fun writing your book.
Love, hugs & prayers ~ FlowerLady
Thank you, FlowerLady. It’s the right decision. I feel good about it…