2/22/18 – 2/25/18
I took a few days off the blogging.
I’ve been depressed. Not inordinately so, but enough to not want to try and write about it every day.
I’ve been thinking about what I spoke to my therapist about. While I’m becoming more and more glad that I’ve gotten the poison of “the network” out of my daily routine, I’ve been really thinking about what kinds of connections are important to me.
While it’s completely easy to type a few words and then send it out to the majority of the people I know…it’s not the kind of relationship that brings me the most joy. I love being in face to face conversations, and creating memories in real life. I’m struggling with the people that I love that aren’t local. I’m not sure how to keep in touch with people outside a quick visit distance.
I’ve had people reach out after the news of our old friend’s passing. And it’s meant way more than a “like” or an emoji.
So I’ve been painting again and it’s given me focus. Working on some projects around the house, and going out with the kids on errands. Spending more quality time with the family as I can.
But I started getting messages again last night via e-mail about some of the groups I belong to. Somehow, my account had been reactivated. So I had to go through and deactivate again.
For the third time.
Yes, a real screenshot of FB’s emotional blackmail.
It’s getting easier, but the picture being painted of a bad breakup is getting creepier and creepier.
I’m still a junkie.