I have 12 friends on Facebook. Yes, you read correctly. You probably just did a double-take to see if that number was real, didn’t you? You might remember my proclamation in Social Media Slander to delete my Facebook account September 2015, and I did just that. For a whole year, I was in social media blackout. My pictures were erased, my memories tossed into the void. It was glorious.
I never missed it.
But it was right around the holidays when I realized the event tool was highly beneficial for scheduling family–and now extended family–functions. How am I to know who is bringing what to Thanksgiving dinner? What if there is a time-change I’m not made aware of for Christmas?
Well, I soon realized it was time to go back. Afater a long and beautiful hiatus, I went to work on a brand new Facebook account.
You know, I had spent 13 years on Facebook before deleting it. That was a rough accumulation of 300 friends and thousands of pictures, conversations, and memories. But there I was with a blank slate and a chance to start over. I could choose more carefully who I wanted as friends (or so far, strictly family.) Now when I scroll through my newsfeed, it takes about a week for anything new to show up. And that’s nice.
With less internet distractions, I can stay focused on what I deem important and relevant, and that is education for all writers.
And time spent with you.
Good night, readers. It’s always a pleasure.
This has been,
Fanny T. Crispin