2/17/18 – Saturday
I woke up to my second morning trying to open up the app upon first waking.
The number of times I have automatically swiped to the screen on my phone where the app once sat is starting to be embarrassing.
I have I have come to realize that most Saturday mornings when my kids are watching cartoons, I’m mindlessly scrolling through Facebook. I realized this as I sat where I normally do first thing on Saturday and held my phone in my hand, disappointed.
Instead, I took a few minutes and scrolled through Instagram and Twitter
I got up and made a sensory craft with my daughter. She was ecstatic.
I learned that logging into any account that I had connected to Facebook will reactivate my account. I had to go through and deactivate it again. I am not pleased.
I read a book. An actual physical book.
I made royal icing for the first time and made desserts.
I still feel sad. I feel like I’ve separated myself from my only way to communicate with most of the people in my life. I’m feeling isolated of my own volition.
I’m short tempered with my husband and my kids. I feel ashamed.
I consider getting on my husband’s account and seeing how my friends are.
I’m still a junkie.