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Welcome Back, Welcome Back

It feels odd to title this post with a line from the theme song from a show I may have only seen a few times as a kid (Welcome Back, Cotter). That said, it is appropriate. Welcome back to posting, at least for the next month. Welcome back to readers who may be surprised to seeing a post pop up in their RSS feed or in their Twitter feed. Welcome, in general, to any new people checking in to see what I'm up to.

I'm using the short month of February to take a breather from Facebook. I've done media blackouts before but they've never worked because they were very much all or nothing. I'm opting to just take away my personal interaction with Facebook, aside from work responsibilities, for 28 days. I'll still be using Twitter, email, chat, and even Facebook messaging since a few people I converse with like to reach me that way. One of my friends asked if I would be blogging more and I thought,

"Well? Should I? I do like to share links to stories, music videos, silly videos, and other nonsense. I could save all of them for 1 post every day or every other day depending. It's been so long. Would anyone even read it? Would anyone comment?"

The more I thought about, the more it made sense to try. Facebook has been horribly distracting in the sense that I have a stack of books on my coffee table I want to read. I have music for the high school production of "Annie Get Your Gun" to practice. The house needs some love and care. There are exercise classes and even at-home routines I want to do. There is so much life to be lived. Maybe taking a break from Facebook but still sharing via the ol' "In Java.." would be just the trick. And so it goes.


Maurice said…
I think it's a very good idea. I might not do a FB blackout myself, but perhaps seeing you come back here might inspire me to be less inactive at aMMusing.
I rediscovered my blog during Nano month and it felt really good. Glad to see you back! :)

Also, same here with books on tables. And floor and shelves and boxes...

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