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Who needs Facebook?

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The hardest thing about leaving Facebook (it's temporary, I swear) is that I have no one to announce things to, no audience for the small moments of my life, except, of course, for the usual people, my husband and son, who really don't care that much about those details and are probably tired of being chronicled in pithy witty status statements.

Three minutes ago, I had the thought: I've been Facebook free for 50 hours! Now I could go upstairs and tell my husband that, or mention it to the dog or to Nick the cat who is currently licking his paws next to me while I type. Normally, this is the kind of thing I would mention on Facebook, except that I've pledged to stay off of Facebook for at least another week, preferably two, and it doesn't make much sense to announce how long one has been free of it if one is back on it.

Tonight, when I was cleaning up after dinner (a mixed greens gratin, if you must know, with roasted beets on the side and it was fabulous), I felt like listening to some good sad heart-wrenching music, Melissa Etheridge's first album, the one I listened to on my Walkman, crying all the while, after J broke up with me. This isn't the kind of thing I would normally share on Facebook because I'm kind of embarrassed by it. One doesn't usually announce such things with caveats:
Tonight's dishwashing music (blush)! I feel pretty good today and listening to her growl through Like the Way I Do made me laugh with the remembered melodrama. I'm doing fine.

But earlier, when I was cleaning, I was listening to a little Holly Golightly, something low-tech and simple and growly in a different way. Oh, how I ached to show my cool music choices on Facebook. I missed the old crowd, my Facebook friends. I missed knowing there were other people out there poised over their computers or on their phones at the same time as me. Still, I resisted. And still I resist. I can live as though there is no audience, my choices are to please me and me alone. (But I do miss you guys, not because I want to show you how cool I am, but because I enjoy interacting with you.)

So I haven't been able to tell my FB friends about the clairvoyant I saw yesterday and how fabulous I felt afterwards, cleansed, normal, cheery, at home in my own skin again. Not sure how that status statement would go:
Chakras cleared, mind freed, it will all be ok? I don't even know how to describe it, but it was good. I am much more at peace.

And I haven't said much about the new blog, how I'm beginning the design process and staring to think of a clever, appropriate name. I have some ideas for the scope of the blog, too, which involves ways of getting out of my comfort zone and writing about it. It's exciting. I'm ready for a change. It may take a few weeks to get it up and running, but it will happen.

So here's a little Holly Golightly for you. Enjoy the coolness.



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