I keep thinking, “I’ll just check in on FB for a few minutes.” And then I remember that I deactivated my account last night. I’m missing the photos and updates and the many Happy Halloween photos of friends children, it’s a sweet ache. I think I should have stayed on one more day.
I’m aware that I sound suspiciously like the addict who is ready to change, tomorrow…
I’ve had countless clients talk about grief they have experienced by FB. Finding out that friends were doing things without inviting them, people posting photos or comments that should have been kept private, and the ever-present dilemma of checking in on an ex-love and finding out that they are happy without you. There’s plenty of pain to go around.
I received a lot of encouragement both on the FB page, in private messages, and from friends who knew of my plans. Seems many of us have a love-hate relationship with the Facebook, so I’m encouraged.
I’m letting my mind wander over to FB, and then like a good meditation practice, I’m pulling my consciousness back into the present moment. I wonder what I will learn from this endeavor.