My one month challenge is over. I'm free. I can finally use social media again. The thing is, I don't really want to.
IT'S GETTING EASIER. Finally. I'm no longer feeling that constant need to check Twitter or Instagram. I have no Facebook-related FOMO. This feels like success.
Okay, so a week without social media was significantly harder than anticipated. It was tough. But even one week has made me take a serious look at my relationship with social media: and it isn’t pretty.
Is good news real if I don't post a Facebook status about it? Is a cup of tea truly enjoyed without first being Instagrammed? If a hilarious joke runs through my mind and I don't tweet it, does anyone hear it? I guess I'm about to find out.
I gave up texting for December, and I didn’t become a better person. I didn’t feel relieved and cleansed. I didn’t decide to give up texting forever. I did learn something, though.
I miss texting. But I miss it for the right reasons. Because for all the times you use it as a cop-out communication, you also use it as glue. Stories you have to tell that no one can hear. Moments and photos you only share because of the ease. I don’t just think about my friends around the world, I include them.
It’s interesting what you’re willing to share when there won’t be a record of it. I called a boy, and I told him he hurt me. I told him he embarrassed me, he made a fool out of me.
On December 1, I swore off texting. I figured giving up texting meant I would spend more time on the phone. What it actually did was make me crafty.
So there’s this guy. (Isn’t there always?) The last thing he texted me was some inside joke about avocados. I fell asleep before I texted back. That was pre-Thanksgiving. And now I’m left wondering the obvious - what the hell do I text back to avocados two weeks after I fell asleep?
I was open and waiting for fate to take me on some crazy journey that I would just say "yes!" to. But it didn't happen.
I have never been one to give into diet fads and crazes, but when I heard about The Digest Diet I figured -- since it is so popular and since the author is highly regarded -- I might as well try it.
First of all, I'm not feeling any skinnier. Sure, I'm less bloated which is great, but now that my body has adjusted to these new eating habits the difference is small and almost not worth the struggle.
Sticking to salads and yogurts during the week is completely doable, but showing the same amount of determination in the weekends can be painful.