Wednesday, February 15, 2012

what's been going on . . .

and the award for world's worst blogger goes to . . . {drumroll here} . . . Bethany! {applause . . . er . . . boos here?!} 
ok, seriously,  I love blogging. I really do. But I really don't see how people have time for it. You've read my rantings before on here about having time for all the social media outlets, so I won't bore you - I canceled my fb for all of like 6 days and then started her back up . . . I missed keeping up with people who I actually "do" life with {thank you fb creators for the "unsubscribe" option! Boo for telling people when you unfriend them, though . . that was a horrible idea!} 

I think I've found that, while I am organized, I am awful with time management. Manager of time - not in my resume. This could be the source of my social media downfall. That and just plain ole' conviction.
Sometimes, I think, being up in people's business causes our ugly sides to come out - yes, ours because I know I'm not the only one who feels this way . . . we're all sinful humans. 
Jealousy. Envy. Hate. Pride. Hypocrisy. Shame. Guilt. Insecurities.
They all rear their ugly heads when we're faced with seeing how others do life. When we're constantly comparing our life to everyone else. And while I'm not arguing that these mediums are all that bad - fb is a great place to find out about needs in our friends lives - I would argue that the majority of the time, the medium does way more harm than good. That, my friends, would be really hard to deny. 
Ah, alas . . . I am rambling again. And so, I digress. 
For now, I'll continue muddling through this new way of life.  
All kind of sucks, if you ask me. 
Why can't our lives all look like a Little House on the Prairie episode? 

Once again, I'll remind myself that this "social media" outlet is for us. It's to remember our story.
It's not a place to advertise. It's not a place to make $. It's really not even a place to ramble and rant. {ok, yeah, like that's not gonna happen} 
Back to the Basics, friends. Simplicity . . . I'll embrace that. 
Hope you're not bored to tears.