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I'm still trying to get my bearings. I feel strangely overwhelmed in that I feel so dreadfully obligated.
I subscribe to wayyy too many blogs.
Follow wayy too many people on Twitter.
Say yes to too many things. (But I always say yes please.)
The other day I decided to edit my life. Simplify. I like to think that I don't have that much material stuff (although folks who've seen my messy garage might disagree), so I'm not overwhelmed with stuff.
I'm overwhelmed with saying yes.
See, the benefit to social media is how it connects and links you with the most amazing people like what I experienced the other night. The dreadful side of it is that there are so many good people out there you'll end up killing yourself just trying to follow them all, or in my case, simply keep up.
You know that A&E show Obsessed? (I didn't either until we got cable again 2 weeks ago after going without for the last 2 years. OMG magic. It's like Intervention's little brother.) The one I saw last night was a dude's home that was just full of stuff and his therapist worked with him to be ok with throwing things away. People, this is how I feel about your blogs and tweets. I can't bear to part with them, so I just keep adding more and more and more! Don't even get me started about the necessary evil that is Facebook...
Recently I unsubscribed from a few feeds on a whim. Then unfollowed a couple twitterers (they won't miss 1 follower of 2,600, will they?). I felt ok. The world didn't end. I did some more unfollowing/unsubscribing. I felt even better. I said no to my coworkers about something. I declined something I had originally said yes to. That sucked. It didn't feel good but the world didn't crash in around me. I can't be a doormat and please everyone all the time.
Point is that I'm losing myself. Saying yes to too many things and people. In theory it's not a bad thing, but I need time for myself. I feel like I'm sitting at my desk on Fridays counting down to the 5pm whistle only to snap my fingers and feel like I never went home, it's now Monday, and hey how did I get into these Monday clothes? (You don't have Monday clothes?) Wasn't it just Friday? How did I spend my weekend and where did it go?
So if I stop following you or your blog, please know it's nothing personal. I just need my time back.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
-Carl Sandburg
