Life before Facebook 

I am a part of a dying breed of people who remember what life was like before Facebook. I use the term remember loosely, because in all sincerity it feels like trying to peer back at life through a foggy lens.

What in the world did we do back then? What occupied us? How did we get news and most of all if I had funny comments to make who did I say it to? I know that life didn’t feel as if it were lacking something at the time, yet now I can’t even remember the answers to these questions. Like what fun was it to go on a trip without video cataloging the whole thing and waiting to see how many people “like” it. Why do we go to concerts and record on our phones when we are physically present?

I recently read a study that showed some young children are exhibiting the behaviors of kids who are neglected or behavior consistent with children of depressed mothers. What they cited as the cause was the over use of social media. Parents including myself, are choosing to stay glued to their phones instead of taking a walk with the kids, blowing bubbles or just simply looking at them.

As you may have read in my last post I breastfeed my 6 month old and I love it! But I have a constant battle with Instagram. I know I should stop and cherish every chubby checked and tiny finger moment of breastfeeding my love bug, but I end up scrolling, scrolling, scrolling on my phone. When I look past my phone, I see my daughter looking up at me, turns out her eyes have never left my own.

So I have said it before but I will say it again enough is enough. There are wonderful things about social media, including my availability to share my thoughts with all you lovely people.  But until you can detox you have to put some distance between you and the addiction. So here we go. It starts today! A 21 day fast from social media. (I will blog about my experience but not check my typical media outlets.)

I want to remember what it is like to just live. To see an awesome butterfly and appreciate its beauty rather than rushing to upload a pic of it. To eat a beautiful meal without bragging about it. To enjoy an event with my family for what it is. To maybe even pick up the phone and tell my friends funny things I think of instead of tweeting them.

I just want to be