Sayonara, Social Media

I’m giving up Social Media. After a good and maybe not so good 10 years or more of posting, scrolling, skimming, perusing, liking, and commenting on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, I’m done. I’ll leave my accounts up for the purpose of contacting people. Otherwise, I’m putting my phone down.img_9450

I’ve only had a cell phone for five years. I remember the days when I left the house and the now antiquated payphone was my only means of communication. I always liked being unreachable, which is why I resisted getting a cell phone. Every day, I free floated through a beautiful, bustling collage of sights, sounds, and smells with all my senses firing. It’s a rich world we live in. It’s too bad we’re so often tuned out.

I’m sad to say, I’ve lived much of my life in front of a screen of one size or another. I had a TV watching schedule as a kid and I was always the first one up for Saturday morning cartoons, so beguiling was that flickering box. Movies quickly captured my imagination with their grand scale and epic storytelling and I’m still entranced to this day. My eyes should be screens img_9451themselves–big, empty, glassy–for all the time I’ve spent gazing stupidly at screens. It’s a wonder my mouth isn’t stuck in a permanent “duh”. It’s a proven thing that watching passively doesn’t utilize a mind. When we talk about vegging out in front of the television, we’re correct. We’re effectively turning our brains into cauliflower. How much of my life have I spent looking at a screen, at moving pictures of people I don’t know, people having fun living their lives pretending to be someone else while I watch them? At least, social media tends to demand more engagement, but we’ve still shortened our attention spans, snacking on tantalizing bits and bites, skimming rather than studying. The internet, for all its goodness, has its shadow side.

Is social media all that bad? No. It’s a good way for families spread out geographically to keep in touch with each other. One can reconnect with old friends. Some people find love. Churches and clubs keep their members apprised of what’s happening. I met some friendly, interesting, creative, talented, funny and fun, wonderful people on these sites. It was a social thing for me, but, unfortunately, I had trouble limiting my usage. I went from being a consumer to being consumed. Will I miss out? I was missing out. On my life. The endless hours I dedicated to scrolling through and liking stranger’s images on Instagram in the last three years, which had little to do with being social, took me away from not only my loved ones and friends, but something I was passionate about, my writing. The cost was too high.

This move goes against the advice of blogging gurus. Create and religiously maintain an online presence, they say. Spread yourself over as many social media platforms as you can, they say. Get your name, your face, your brand out there, they say. Who has time to do all of this and still live in the real img_9470world?! I’m here to creatively share my story, not to amass followers or build a career. From a girl, I’ve been an avid reader of memoirs and autobiographies. I’m grateful to everyone of those authors for being brave enough to put their experience down on paper. I’ve gained so much insight, inspiration, encouragement, and hope and I’m not overstating things when I say that many of their stories changed my life for the good. Spurred on by their powerful example, I add my story to the colorful pile. I’m glad when one person stops by and humbled that anyone would join me on this journey. I welcome you to share your stories with me through the comments and contact page.

In reality, this decision is about time and my dwindling supply of it. When you’re a kid, you don’t give time much thought because your future seems so far away, like in another galaxy. I’m rapidly approaching 53 and my life seems to be speeding up as I’m slowing down. How fair is that? Christmases are coming faster, almost piling up on each other. Two of my children are adults! I have adult children, me, the “She Peter Pan” who never wanted to grow up! I wish I could push pause, but I can’t. What I can do is decide what to do with what time I have left, whether it be today or 20 or thirty years of todays.img_9469

Here’s what I’m doing with my new-found time:

I’m drawing near to God. I’m reading his word, talking to him, and listening to him and feeling more centered and grounded than ever before. My faithimg_9472 is growing and I’m experiencing victory in my life where there’ve long been strongholds I once thought were impenetrable. The scales are falling from my eyes and I’m reminded of what is truly important. I’m being imbued with fresh hope and a renewed sense of his divine purpose.

I’m reaching out to family and friends. Social media is isolating, if it keeps us from relating to those around us. I’ve been looking at screens instead of being with people! Messaging someone is such a small part of what it means to be social. I’m not saying that long distance relationships are impossible, but they do lack depth. Video chat is a helpful thing, but I don’t think it can make up for a person’s presence. A screen is a poor substitute for a flesh and blood human img_9471being. We’re meant to look people in the eye, to note their face, form, and body language, to hear the tone of their voice and enjoy the sound of their laughter, to touch and hug them, to share a meal, a drink, a walk, a secret. In the past, when there were no screens, people got together to visit, play games, make music, have parties, work on projects, and pray. I’m being convicted. I need way less screen time and way more warm hugs, hikes with friends, intimate convos, and lively parties.

I’m using my brain and my body. I’m being productive, getting things done that I’ve been putting off. I’m tackling bad habits and endeavoring to help more and complain less. I’m growing stronger and exploring new ways of moving. I’m being creative. I’m reading, writing, listening to music, and sorting, deleting, and processing the thousands of images I’ve taken over my time on Instagram. My aim is to become a vibrant, well-rounded, attentive individual, someone who is open to all that life has to offer and all the people God wants to

When you’re lying on your deathbed, who will be there and what will you look back on with fondness? Hopefully, if you’ve given yourself to those you love, your family and friends will be there. They’ll sit by your side and hold your hand and reminisce about all those likes and comments you used to get. Hahahahaha! No, they won’t. If you take control now and live your life by design with passion, they’ll talk about your admirable achievements, your crazy, amazing adventures, your zest and love, and how you made a difference in their lives and that, my friends, is far better than any number of likes.img_9457

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Move it and Lose it: A Former Fatty on Going Lean

The word fat has been in my vocabulary since I was a child. I’m sure there was a time when I was small in size, but I don’t remember it. I was never a wisp of a girl, it’s not how I’m built. When I see pictures of myself in preadolescence, the first word that comes to mind is stocky. I’m reminded of an impish boy pointing at me on the playground, hismoveithotdog eyes flashing, as he sang, off key, the popular, Ball Park Frank’s jingle, “They plump when you cook ’em”. He wasn’t inaccurate. Plump. That’s me, for most of my life anyway. Continue reading “Move it and Lose it: A Former Fatty on Going Lean”

Lessons from the Valley and the Mountaintop

Take control of me, Jesus. The current management is woefully incompetent.

Almost 6 years ago, I went back to school to change my career. To say I went back to school is incorrect, because I’ve been in school now for 52 years. The school of life is always in session. Life lessons are a moment by moment occurrence. If we’re aware, we’ll acknowledge the lesson, learn from it, and be changed for the better. If we go through life on autopilot, never recognizing what life is trying to teach us, we may IMG_8308someday regret our inattentiveness. Just as in school, there are some lessons we want to learn. We lap them up, like a parched dog slurping noisily at a water dish. We apply ourselves with every ounce of our time, concentration, and giftedness. Other lessons, we must push ourselves to learn. I have a friend who received a grade of 62% in one of his high school courses. Worried that this low mark would affect his chances of getting into university, he went to the trouble of taking the course again only to end up with 63%. I do find this humorous, but also baffling, because I get it. It’s true, some things we can only learn the hard way. Continue reading “Lessons from the Valley and the Mountaintop”

See if I Care

I lost something recently that I cherished. No, there’s been no death in my family. I like to use big words and have a tendency to exaggerate. I lost pictures I’d taken on my holidays, pictures I’d admired and played with and hoped to share on Instagram, probably 500 of them. I went on a hike to a lake this summer and impulsively took my phone, the keeper of my precious pictures, on a swim and, nope, I didn’t have them backed up. My phone is dead, blank, unyielding, even though I smothered it in quinoa, rice, and silica crystals, took it in to have it checked out by people who know more about phones than I, stroked it and prayed over it. I’m still praying, but to date, sadly, there’s been no resurrection.
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A Poem For Starters

It’s never too late to start over

No matter the day or the hour

To change one’s mind is not a crime

If something isn’t working

Then

It begs that one begin again

Barreling head long toward some lofty plan

Can mean the end of one’s self

rather than the end one intended to pursue

Start anew

Pause and ponder

Gain some fresh perspective at an intermediate juncture

Recognize and titter at your blunders

Take a new tact or commit to stay the course

For more effective progress can be realized in repose

And a thoughtful journey does a better outcome make

So

Stop

Take your time

Take a breath

Take a good, hard look

Take a break

It’s never too late to start over

 

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Sleep Becomes Her

We play a game in our house called “What’s Your Favourite”? We ask each other, “What’s your favourite color or animal or whatever?” Once my son asked me, “Mommy, what’s your favourite thing to do?” “Sleep”, I said.
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The Aging Game

Wrinkles are life’s measurable outcome.

I would say my face started visibly aging when I turned 40. (My soul’s age is skipping in a groove somewhere in adolescence.) People were always telling me how young I looked. I’ll throw out a few examples:
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With Rest Like This

I recently had a visit from the relatives. I don’t know how it’s for you, but I find it exhausting. It was fun, but it’s like eating too much–after awhile you start to feel sick. They left on Monday. It’s Thursday and I’m still recovering. There’s something wrong when a person has to recover from a holiday. We took our kids to Disneyland, Universal Studios, Sea World, and the San Diego Zoo this year. We did it in seven days. It was busy. All along the way, we were dazzled by creativity and enchanted by the magic of rest2make believe. We made some happy memories and I’m glad we took the trip, but I noticed the attractions begin to repel quickly. The noise-level, flashing lights, bright colors, and crowds of sweaty tourists are over-stimulating and that’s an understatement. There’s a lot of standing in line, straining to see, listening to whining and crying (I couldn’t help myself), interspersed with snippets of glee, spontaneous “oohs” and “ahhs”, and a year’s supply of french fries. We waited two hours to find Nemo and my daughter said when she found him, she would slap him. The cheery attendant standing nearby was horrified. Three days at the Magic Kingdom and we were sprinting for the drawbridge. We started using it as a disciplinary tool.

“I told you to stop it. Don’t make me take you back there.”
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Got Junk?

Does freaking out all the time make one a freak?

Self-awareness can be a scary venture. We all try to bury or look away from those things we don’t like about ourselves. Yet, if we want to grow in goodness and grace, we must take the time to examine who we have become. If it’s something we put off, because wagon-524514_19202we’re busy and reflection takes time and stillness, or because we’re afraid of what we might find, we will pay for it in our relationships. Too often, I’ve taken the train to destination unknown, all the while failing to note the scenery and I’ve ended up in Sorryville. It’s about being in the moment and it’s a matter of self-care. It’s something I struggle with on a daily basis.
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The Scarf that Keeps on Giving

I have a scarf. It was purchased for me by a dear friend on one of her holidays. It’s a rainbow of fuchsia, coral, tangerine, and canary yellow. She said she saw it and it reminded her of my vibrant personality. I don’t wear scarves, because I have boobs and don’t wish to look like an 87-year-old Grandma with waist deep, wrung out, brightly-colored mammary glands. For a while, I wondered what to do with this scarf. It’s too beautiful to languish in a drawer and I would never re-gift it because I love my friend and appreciate her thoughtfulness. One day, I tied it in a bow and hung it on the bedpost next to my head. Every time I look at it, I’m reminded that I’m a beautiful, multi-faceted human being and that I have a friend who loves me. Do you own such a treasure? Is it out where you can see it?

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