There are so many people I love on Facebook, but the thing really is a drug: You don't mean to use it, or to use it to excess, but it's right there to binge on, and everyone thinks it's no big deal. Plus willpower is, I believe, largely an illusion and mostly the result of ingrained habit.
So I've removed the possibility of habituated, mindless social media use by leaving Facebook and Twitter.
My reasoning was that I want more time for making things, but it's tough to muster the energy, overcome the fear, and find the time to do creative work after attending to everything else.
That said, life is pretty sweet these days. On my visits to Charlottetown last summer I kept thinking, "I wish I could just stay here." And now here I am.
Every time I walk down a tree-lined street, spend time with my family, walk by a location from my past, or venture into nature... it's nice.
"Nice" gets a bad rap, like life is supposed to be -- I dunno, gritty, dangerous, on-the-edge, but I really like nice.
P.S. Mister Chicken had major reconstructive surgery, and has been sent back into the field.
P.S. Fear not: I have more uplifting follow-up material to doodle tomorrow.