Sometimes things just seem to tower over you. Life seems so insurmountable, buried under the weight of a ton of… stuff.
I have this dream. I want to live in a tiny house out in the boonies and raise my own food, make my own clothes, and never touch an electronic device again unless I am blogging.
That being said, it is not my life. I don’t know if it could ever be my life. I am not sure that I possess the courage it would take to grab that dream.
Today, however, I was pondering how to simplify my life right here, right now.
Sanity demands it.
So I deleted Facebook.
Truthfully, it is not MY Facebook. I use my husband’s account because if there is one thing employers hate it is physicians on social media (As well as unofficial, unsanctioned blogs as it turns out, but screw that!). And I did not want to get entangled in distressing people sending me friend requests disturbing my zen.
Except that Facebook incognito has not really been that much fun. It is still extremely negative. Sometimes hurtful.
It is also becoming increasingly difficult to weed through all of the people using their profiles to sell snake oil supplements and weight loss powders and all manner of political crap to get to the interesting bits about people’s lives.
So, since I have not seen anything on there that I truly enjoyed in weeks, I deleted it.
So far it feels good. I actually feel lighter. Who knew it was weighing me down that much? It was worrisome trying to like everyone’s pictures of their kids so they didn’t get their feelings hurt. I did not like the me that was keeping track of who was liking or not liking the pictures that I posted of my own kids.
Now my mind is starting to feel less cluttered. That feels super nice.