Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Why I (kind of) quit Facebook and how my life is different for it

It's been about 2 months since I quit my main account. By "main account" I mean the account that had all of my friends from elementary school. Life is different now.

I was a member of a Stay At Home Mom group. I was a member of several local buy and sell groups. I was a member of a local military wives group. I was an admin for a few groups. Throughout the day (when I'd get bored) I would browse through my news feed. It wasn't really MY news feed, though, when I think about it. It was the news of random people who had added me out of some compulsive need to keep up with people they knew when they were in 2nd grade. I had people on there from middle school and high school, too. None of these people knew me. None of them cared about the pictures of my new baby. None of them cared when I got married. Sure, they clicked "like" on a status update or timeline event. "Congrats!" on big ones. It was the loneliest togetherness I've ever experienced. On top of all of this, I was no longer the person these people knew as a second-grader or even as a high schooler. I was an entirely different person on a different path. I felt as though I had to adhere to the way I used to be as to not surprise anyone with how much I've changed. I avoided people so they wouldn't notice the change if they were ever to talk to me. One day I realized that I saw one of my Facebook friends at the supermarket and I avoided her. I decided at that moment that if I didn't want to speak to you in public, you probably shouldn't be on my friends list. That was the first cut back. 

The second cut back came when I had literally sat in my chair all day long ignoring my baby to participate in some random drama of some women I don't know in a Stay At Home Moms' group. I won't go into the details, but suffice to say that I wasted a day of my life there. Around the same time one of my "friends" at the time posted this ---------->
on her wall. It showed up in my news feed. I cried. My baby had just turned a year old and it had flown by... all the while I wasted the first year on this fucking computer--this wretched addiction to Facebook. And then I made the decision. I let my IRL friends know that I was leaving (deactivating my account). I e-mailed those that I wanted to keep in contact with and quietly exited the scene.

I got the response you might expect. WHY the hell would I do that? Wouldn't I miss my friends? Short answer, it seems, is ... NO. I don't miss them. In fact, I can barely remember who I had on my friends list to begin with.

Okay, so why do I say I (kind of) quit Facebook? I say I kind of quit because I still have an alternate account. On this account I'm free to be a member of all kinds of weird hippy groups, pagan
groups, and whatever else. I find support for my religion in a way that I never knew possible as a Solitary Pagan. I find community with like-minded people. Because of this freedom, the freedom to be myself, I've made a couple of good friends who know the important things there are to know about me (my personality, my likes and dislikes, and of course, my religious path) and they don't judge me for it. One in particular I consider a soul-sister (you know who you are!).

I still find myself wasting time on Facebook every now and then, but I don't waste nearly as much time as I used to. When the baby is awake, I'm off of the computer--with the exception of the ten minutes it's taken to  write this blog. :)

So how is my life different now? I have more time. Oodles more time than I realized I had! It's very freeing. Once you realize there's this whole big world out there ready for you to explore everything is more exciting. The air is crisper, colors are more vivid, the sun shines a little brighter, the moon is more mysterious. The world is more beautiful. My baby is more beautiful. My life is more beautiful.

And that's my story for you. If you're thinking about giving up Facebook... well, maybe you should. If nothing else, do like I did. :)

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

How do you want to be remembered?

The irony that this is mentioned in my first post is not lost on me. You know nothing of me and here I am telling you how I want to be remembered. Maybe you'll read this blog and find that you agree with my assessment of how I want to be remembered. :) So here goes.

I want to be remembered as a good person... as a good mother, a good friend, a good wife, a good daughter and sister, a good human being. 

It's been so long since I've written anything "creative writing" style. Nursing school kind of beat that out of me. The writing there is so technically-driven. It makes things really difficult now, 2 years after graduation.


So, a little about me:

Well, from my blog title you pretty much know what there is to know in a nutshell. I'm the mother to a beautiful 14-month old. I sometimes still can't believe I have a child when I look at my precious baby. It's kind of surreal. And the responsibility is so heavy. But I wouldn't have it ANY other way. I love this baby so much.

I'm a Pagan. This is my newly found religion as of about 2 and a half years ago. I am a former-Christian, the non-denominational kind. I still consider myself a neophyte. I don't have much time to devote to my religion anymore with taking care of the baby, but I do love the path I'm on. I feel like I've come home. All of my life I've been very nature-oriented. I found solace amongst the trees, the breath of the gods in the wind, the primal power of thunderstorms exhilarated me. As a child I questioned by God didn't have a wife or why God needed genitalia at all if He was an all-mighty creator. Why would a creator need sexual reproductive organs? I never got a satisfactory answer.

My husband is an officer in the military. This makes being more open about my religion difficult. I don't want him to be discriminated against for my religious preferences. Being in charge (an officer) puts him in a unique position. He has to keep his nose clean. If that means that I can't be open, fine by me. Not that I would be open about my religion if that weren't the case. My parents are devout Christians and I would hate for them to find out. If they did end up finding out, I'm sure they would be quite upset. But I don't think they would be surprised. They've always known I've been different--that I've always questioned things. I've considered telling them, by why rock the boat? It's not necessary.


I'm not exactly sure what I'll write about. Maybe the Family Readiness aspect of the military life. Definitely my Paganism. Probably about motherhood. Probably not so much about being a nurse, as I'm a stay-at-home-mom right now. Maybe I will... who knows.




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