I learned something about myself. I may be addicted to social media. I was like a junkie, thinking about my next score. Thinking about how long it had been since I opened up that beautiful "f" app. Thinking about pictures I should post, or things I could say, or OMG(osh) what if something ah-mazing is happening and I'M MISSING IT!
There were a few times where I *almost* gave in and checked. Mainly when I was alone, nursing Eliza right before bed. In fact, I almost caved last night at 11:00pm when I got up with her. But, amazingly, I stayed strong and carried on.
I made it the entire weekend with out social media.
Things I learned:
*the world does not, in fact, revolve around me. Even my madre didn't notice I was not present via social outlets on the Internet for a whole 2 days.
*It doesn't really matter if I "miss" anything. It'll all still be there in my handy notification box whenever I decide to jump on the wagon again (fall off the wagon? on the wagon? not sure which is the right phrase there.)
*If something *super* important is happening, you have my number and you know how to use it.
* I was a lot more productive when I wasn't constantly checking to see if some one commented on my photo or if some one replied to my comments on another status, etc.
*I was a lot more present with my family.
But, what did I do first thing today? I'm sad to say I pulled my phone out and checked it before I even got out of bed. I know. I know. Shame and finger wagging.
However, in light of my recent experiment, I am vowing to