Day 17 Facebook fast
/Just a quick update on my personal Facebook fast.
It’s been fantastic!
The first few days, I found myself searching for the app on my phone, because I wisely moved it far from my home screen, so I would have to actually think, to tap on it.
I have been on Facebook, to access Messenger. Thank goodness for that app; and, to access my work teams and family confab. I was late to a team Zoom on Tuesday night, because I knew the link was on the group’s facebook page, and I couldn’t find my facebook app!
So, that’s the Facebook fast update. I’m alive and well! I’m seeing WAY WAY WAY less political and negative news posts, and I have to tell you, I feel so free! It’s not that I live in a vacuum. I know what’s going on in the world, through some very carefully chosen portals. It takes me 5 minutes to find the news I need to know, without bias.
But, not having a constant surge of everyone’s separate political opinions and negative, fear-inducing posts about covid19, is so good. So, so good! I don’t miss that at all. And I don’t miss the few strangers who follow me, and only comment when they disagree and don’t want to share their opinion; they want to put me in my place and tell me how wrong my opinion is. I don’t miss them. Truthfully.
What have I been doing? I’ve been sewing, a lot. Sewing has been my favorite hobby for my whole adult life. I started very young, with an old Singer sewing machine that I talked my mom into letting me have in my crowded bedroom. I can still see it, on a little desk, in the northeast corner of my little bedroom in Nelson, Nebraska, directly across from the door.
Sewing is meaningful to me. It gives me time to think, time to almost meditate. It gives me means to fix things and make things that don’t get undone right away. It gives me an escape. It is my community, near and far, online and offline. It is one thing that without any preparation, I can talk about for ages.
I can’t wait to share the Kensington Handbag that I made yesterday!
That’ll be the next post, or you can see it on my Instagram, which is almost, but not, blog-ish.
Your friend in self-isolation, which isn’t a stretch, because I live out in the sticks anyway.
Anne Dovel
