A week or so ago, Facebook finally got on my last nerve when I awoke, yet again, to another annoyingly contrived "Erica, we at Facebook care about you, here are some memories" and was bombarded with yet another photo montage of my dead father and my dead dog who, in a cosmic coincidence that I hope to someday understand or at least accept, died on the same date one year apart. June 19th, which in my father's case, fell on Father's Day last year. The man never was one to do anything halfway.
The great thing about social media -besides the interconnectedness of it all- is the ease with which one can unplug from it. First Facebook and it's damn memories which also unplugged Messenger. Then Twitter, which these days is far too responsive to the moods of a fecklessly tweeting President. Pinterest, the source of relentless crafting and decorating desire and competition went next. Then I went a little further into the time sucks of my life. Netflix. The Wall Street Journal. Three bags of rarely worn clothing. Jewelry. Boxes of random tchotchkes, holiday decorations, cookware, art. Paperwork. Junk apps on the phone. Then I cleared out the office and some ongoing issues at work. It was quite the week. And for the first time in far too long, life is calm and centered.
And what to do with this gift of free time? Read three books. Applied for a volunteer position with an organization that's dear to me. Downloaded a hiking app for exploring local trails. Dusted off the DSLR and started experiencing the world again. And that's only week one.