Facebook also bled me dry during my worst moments although we DID have good times together (I found my family and even a penpal from my teenage years on the app!), the cons were starting to outweigh the pros. I set a time limit for myself on Facebook but I beat myself over the head whenever I hear the buzzer (which meant I’ve exceeded the time limit I’ve given myself – I was lenient as it was), but it didn’t work either. So, in order to reclaim my time (and life), I’ve deleted the app and I can say my life is a little less disconcerting. I envy fewer people, I have slightly more time, I managed to finish a few books, I read quality articles, I write more quality stuff, and I make more phone calls. Aaahhh…remember phone calls? =)
I thought I would write to let you know that after years of thinking (and even talking) about it, I am finally going to leave you later this year, probably on or around Easter, definitely before the summer.
You won’t really miss me. I was never one for posting photos of my amazing holidays or beautiful children (though they are, naturally) or thousands of awards and shortlists for my poetry (there haven’t been any) or arguments with other poets (ditto) or photos of the jam I have just made or that weekend living in my van.
I used you to spread the word about my blog, which I still love and feel wholly committed to in spite of everyone telling me blogging has died since Twitter. And, to be fair to you, you were good at that: getting the word out, helping me to get noticed, talked about…
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