It’s not been 24 hours since giving up social media and already I have gone to the gutter. Searching my iPhone to and from for some kind of notification to garner. This morning it was The Weather Channel to oblige me and I eagerly clicked on 9 notifications that have been otherwise abandoned. They shouted out to me from the depths of disparaged technology and I rescued the app from the little red demons otherwise known as notifications. Yes, I was enlightened with weather updates from 9 places I have traveled and the emptiness still hangs heavy around me.
I wonder how many notifications I have?
I wonder if there are any snaps I am missing?
Who has commented on my staus or my photo?
When the 21 days are over, how many notifications will I have then?
Last night I said goodbye to all of my friends at midnight, desperately posting like a man heading for the gas chamber, random thoughts spewed onto places that aren’t real, thoughts for people I know and many I don’t. I had to be drug away from that place as few seconds remained of the old year and my family gathered to celebrate together…Just One MORE POST, I explained to them.
As much as it hurts this morning, to face this chasm between myself and the rest of the word, I feel a strange peace. Something calm. Something new.
I can breathe.
Day 1 isn’t over yet.