40 days have past without touching Facebook or Instagram. My purpose was to give up something that would be difficult for me. Some call it lent, some call it fasting, I call it a discipline to God. Giving up part of your daily routine that separates you from the outside world and coming and goings wasn't easy for me at first; then my eyes were opened. It was good for me. I accomplished more during the day that otherwise would be spent mindlessly gazing in a transfixing state on my phone or the computer. And discovered a few things about myself. Wasted time.
It left me more time to read devotionals and pay closer attention to God's word, and pray.
Now that my days are up I have been on Facebook and Instagram but very sparingly. It seems I started a new habit of NOT running to it everytime I turn around, but instead reach for more productive things.
I have at least three projects in the works and feel more inspired to concentrate on doing things that make me happy. Constantly chasing after posts on Facebook and Instagram put me in a unhappy state, one which I didn't realize until this 40 day stint.
I was always feeling like I was coming up short; that I couldn't match up to other peoples lives. You shouldn't feel that way. But it is a trap. It sucks you in slowly to where you are unconsciously unaware of what it is doing to you. Here is the deal. I live very simply. We do not have a fancy big home where every room in the house is decorated just so. It is usually messy. It's lived in. And yes, I understand that people gussy up for their photos, but still it can leave you feeling utterly inadequate. The other issues I discovered was "clicks." Social clicks I guess you could call it. Women even run in clicks on the internet, how about that. Some that I follow were making me feel like the most unpopular girl in school. I don't have the fancy clothes from Anthropologie. My clothes come from places like Walmart, Target and even Goodwill plus yard sales. I can't go on fancy trips. We do not have that kind of income. I'm good to go see my baby girl in Oregon. We don't have credit cards so I don't have frequent flyer mile points, and really do not even know what that means. I was having issues with my art, feeling left behind because maybe I don't paint the same style as other people. I was always thinking why are they getting glory for what they do? It was becoming an issue for me having people rub their stuff in my face. Now here is the kicker....I forgot how to be graceful and be happy for these people who can get the "stuff" in life. I should be happy for them; not jealous and feeling like they are mean girls or feel inadequate because my lifestyle cannot and will never compete with theirs.
I found out my life is pretty great. I have a home that is in a beautiful spot. We are super comfortable and want for nothing. I found out that I love putting outfits together on a budget and finding out how to decorate my home for pennies. I love that. It is me. I am not a traveler; and am not sure I ever will be. And that is okay with me. We have a great car and the best family ever. And as for my artwork. I do what I love, I love what I do. It doesn't matter who else likes it. I work with what God gave me, I paint what inspirations he lays in my head and on my paper. I do artwork because it makes me smile. It isn't about notoriaty.
I don't know if you have spun into this tangled web of social media and came out feeling this way. This is just my story and what revelations I discovered. Oh, and I also have forgotten how much I loved to blog. My poor little blog was also neglected.
Thank you for reading, I hope you find yourselves not tangled up like me. Now I am off to do one of the many projects I have started. I will share soon, here and on Facebook and Instagram. I still love those tools, I just don't need to be in a constant stream of it.