I have big news.
No, I’m not pregnant (shudder). But it’s almost as major. I’m taking a Facebook break.
It’s a big deal for me. I *love* Facebook. I love keeping in touch with people, hearing about what’s going on in their lives, looking at their photos. I love posting my own updates, chatting, sharing my own photos. I love the interesting articles I wouldn’t have read unless I’d seen them pop up on someone else’s Facebook feed, the blogs I’ve discovered, and the Kindle recommendations. I love that when I’m logged in, I’m never alone.
So, taking a break is going to be a challenge, but I’m determined to do it. For a start, I waste far too much time on Facebook. Time I should be spending doing this:
Or playing with these:
I could be reading, cooking, filling in The Baby’s first year scrapbook (she’s 15 months old, and I’m up to, ooh, about three months), touting for more work… I could go on, but suffice to say I’d have an awful lot more hours in the day if I dragged myself away from the computer.
I’m also finding myself getting increasingly wound-up by Facebook at the moment. I’ll admit that I’m terrible for taking offence where none is intended, misunderstanding people’s intentions, and (while I’m being honest) feeling more than a little paranoid from time to time, and Facebook is fuelling all those things just now. I’m finding myself getting prickly about other people’s posts, taking things the wrong way, and being somewhat over-sensitive and petulant. In short, Facebook is making me more irritable/neurotic/stressed than happy, so it’s time to take a breather.
I’m not sure how long I’ll last. I’m aiming for a week, but it might be more (unlikely) or less (probable). I’m not going to be on total black-out; messages and notifications get delivered to my phone, so I’ll see the things that matter, but what I *won’t* see are the status updates that have me gritting my teeth, or the group discussions that I can’t help getting drawn into, and getting cross about. But I’m determined to see what difference a Facebook amnesty will make to my life. I’m hoping for a cleaner house, fulfilled children, an empty laundry basket and less deadline stress. Optimistic, eh?
I’ll be back, of course. And when I am, I hope it’ll be with a healthier attitude towards Facebook that lets me dip in and out without getting addicted or agitated.
Like I said, optimistic…