As of this past Wednesday, I've been "dark" on Facebook for two weeks. I made this Lenten resolution with the intention of using the time to cross items off my to-do list, meditate, get social face-to-face.
Well, some of those things have happened. I was spending some time pre-dawn in quiet contemplation, leading up to the SOLC. Now writing consumes most of the hour I give myself before preparations for the workday begin. I'm okay with that, given that the act of producing a blogpost at oh-dark-thirty has a meditative quality.
I have read a bit more. I finished The Giver by Lois Lowry in one day. That would not have happened if I spent my breaks from the couch posting on my reading progress and getting distracted by my newsfeed. The Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell, sitting half-read on my pile since last summer, got dusted off and opened from the beginning again. I'm now farther into that book than I was when I last set it down.
But there's so much I haven't yet accomplished. I spent fifteen minutes looking over my 2015 goal setting workbook. That's a total of fifteen minutes over the last two weeks--not fifteen minutes a day. I spent good money getting that printed out and bound, and I'm determined not to let it gather dust this year.
I still haven't established a workout routine in the afternoon. I could use the wonky weather as an excuse, but the row of workout DVDs and exercise equipment tucked under the couch and chairs in the living room refute that explanation. My decluttering goals haven't kicked in, either; seems I'm just as averse to cleaning with or without time on Facebook.
I really was worried about the state of my social skills, until I remembered this morning that my entire workday is filled with interactions as a librarian. I am just as introverted when I come home after a busy day at work whether I'm on Facebook or not.
And then there's the depression I felt for the first few days without Facebook. I really missed interacting with my global network of friends. I missed reading the interesting articles that my library professors, colleagues, and professional organizations link through their FB posts. And yesterday, according to a text from a friend, I missed a myriad of birthday wishes on my wall. Email notifications from FB tagging let me know that my friends miss me, too. I'm not as depressed as I was, but I'm certainly longing for those connections again.
There are still four weeks to go in this season of Lent. Four weeks to tackle the clutter, lace on the sneakers, read a few more books, and write these posts. I think I can keep this resolution going through Easter. But it will be the last time I give up Facebook. That connection with friends is real, and meaningful, and sorely missed.