Maybe it's because I have the raging hormones of a woman nearing her 34th week of pregnancy and the most minor of things brings me to tears/violent anger/complete and total loss of speech.
Maybe I'm just tired of being inundated with opinion after opinion after opinion. Shoot, even the ones I agree with are getting on my nerves.
I think, even if just temporarily, I have to take drastic measures. For my sanity. For my family's sanity. I have to get the heck
The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Well, I have one. What used to be a fun way of sharing pictures, keeping in touch with old friends, and (ahem) publicly laughing about my kids has turned into a chronic source of stress for me. It's probably pretty pathetic that Facebook should have such a profound effect on anyone. And that's why I have to take steps to remedy this.
How different will my thoughts be if I'm not wondering from my kitchen what so-and-so has to say about XYZ over there in the computer? What if I spent the time I casually spend at the computer with my husband or my kids, or taking a walk, or (dare I say) doing actual housework? What if by separating myself from the source of my anxieties, I spare my witness by refraining from saying things I shouldn't be saying (or thinking) in the first place?
This is just temporary. I'm too weak to make a permanent move. But just like my Facebook fast of October 2010, when I was steadfastly committed to studying for my PE exam, I have a goal in mind. I want to see if a three week hiatus does anything for my soul. It certainly can't hurt.
The reason I am posting this in a blog and not as a Facebook status is because I don't want to be an attention-seeking drama queen. I just fear that if I offered no explanation whatsoever before disappearing that someone might send the police over to make sure I hadn't dropped dead.
Hey, maybe I'll find some time to blog again. Silver lining, folks, silver lining. (Or not. Maybe you hate my blog posts, in which case, hahahaha.) Check in here if you're missing me. Don't flatter yourself, Jennie.
If anyone is absolutely desperate to get in touch with me, please do. Email me, text me, email me so you can text me. You can even try calling. I might answer. (Probably not. I apologize in advance.) And with that, I'm off to delete my FB app off of my phone and make some coffee. Because I've been awake since 3:45am and I hear the pitter patter of little feet. My day has officially begun
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. Romans 12:2