Blank stares. Wrinkled foreheads. Questions of “What? … Why?”
That was pretty much the general consensus of reactions I got a year ago when I got off of Facebook… completely.
This wasn’t one of those casual breaks, few week deactivations, or mad-at-someone knee-jerk reactions either. There was no political rant I was trying to avoid at the time or off-the-wall relative trying to contact me. In fact, there was no certain reason.
I guess I was just kind of… over it.
I’d been on Facebook since it’s release in 2004. It was fun at first, especially in my college years, and to keep in touch with people after the fact. At the point I decided to step away I’d been a member for 12 years (okay, I’m only 30, but I’m officially feeling old typing this!), so I definitely wasn’t a newbie or occasional user. It was an every day thing for me.
But, I’m generally the kind of person who likes to use my time carefully. As in, only on things I really, really care about. And frankly, Facebook just wasn’t making the list anymore.
So to shock and awe from everyone who knew me, I deleted my account.
And here’s what happened in the year following.
While I can’t say it all happened simply because I cleared some time (I was never a super crazy Facebook user anyway), I can confidently say it helped and was a huge contributing factor.
For once, I was focusing on the most important things and prioritizing. . . beginning with unfriending Facebook.
Here’s what happened next.
So, turns out, getting off Facebook was pretty awesome for me.
I occasionally miss keeping up with a friend or two, but overall, it’s been one of the best decisions ever for me. In fact, the only social media I do now is business related, and that’s just fine by me.
Turns out, eliminating something seemingly insignificant can sometimes change your entire life for the better. And speaking of elimination. . . My goals for next year? Less.
I’ll be recording my journey along the way and am thrilled for you to join me on it.
January’s goal? The life with less sugar.
30 days. NO sugar. At all. It’s gonna get real.
Until next time, lifers.