Well friends, it’s 3:28 on a Tuesday. The baby is napping. The kitchen could be cleaned, a few phone calls could be made, but I don’t wanna. So I’m here. Writing. Look at me, with time on my hands.
The honest to goodness truth is that I have a love-hate relationship with social media. I love that it allows me to keep in touch with even the most random of friends (whoop whoop Waldsee 2004!). I love that I’ve made actual, honest-to-goodness friends from around the country through websites like The Bump, and that Facebook has the group and Messenger features to keep us all together. Timehop is my absolute favorite, if only to remind me of how much of a loser I was ten years ago.
But here’s what I don’t love. I don’t love that idle browsing sucks up all my spare time. I don’t love the way it makes me feel when another friend’s kid does something Ambrose can’t yet do — icky and jealous. I don’t love that I phub everyone important around me in favor of my virtual world. It’s time for me to stop. Just for a little bit.
And so, yes. Hello, Social Media Fast 2018. I know that social media is a fairly common thing to give up during Lent, based on the number of announcements I see on Facebook around this time of year. And honestly, I was terrified to actually pull the plug and go through with it yesterday morning. I actually really like my online friends (if you’re reading this, I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU), and losing that daily chatter to the silence of the stay-at-home mom life is kind of lonely.
But it’s needed. I don’t want to let this become a source of pride at all. It’s been difficult, and I’m only a day and a half in. Physically, it’s so second-nature to pop open Facebook or Messenger, to the point that I do it without thinking, read a few lines of whatever is in front of me, and then realize, “Oh, shoot! I’m not supposed to be here!”
Yesterday I did all of the laundry, folded it, and put it away. I made dal in the Instant Pot, roasted a squash, and then made savory pancakes with the guts. (Sidenote: OMG SO GOOD. I wanted to break my fast right then and there to share the recipe with everyone.) I went on a walk with the baby and did an upper-body workout. I wrote my 500 words. I tidied up the guest bedroom and ran Roomba through it. I balanced our finances and paid a few bills. I took my photo of the day. I did all of this while my husband was home from work distracting me and the baby was around putting balls in every container imaginable.
I have infinity time now.
Will this fast make me happier? I’m not sure. I guess we’ll find out over the course of the next 47 days. Finding a balance when the fast does end will be its own challenge, because I don’t think I want to abandon everyone entirely. But we’ll write those rules when we get there. In the meantime, I intend to read more, write more, spend more time observing Ambrose and responding to his needs. And yeah, maybe I’ll update this little blog more, too. Because it doesn’t count as social media if no one reads it, right? 😉
How do you balance social media use and life interactions? Do you have rules that you follow? Let me know in the comments.