I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile. I find myself spending so much time mindlessly scrolling and it’s happened on multiple occasions that I’ll close my Facebook app and open it later and not even realize how far I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole by being on some randoms person Facebook page who is a friend of a friends sister’s cousin. I also don’t want to set expectations. If I hate it, I’ll go back. If I love it, I’ll keep it. I have a lot of things in my life that I want to focus on, but I always say there isn’t enough time, but if I actually calculated how much time I spend on my phone a day, I would probably feel like a garbage person. So I’m just going to assume it’s a significant amount and go from there. I’ll be deleting Facebook and Snapchat. I want to keep Instagram because I don’t spend loads of time on it, but I follow enough inspirational accounts that it always gives me a pick me up or energizes me to keep reaching for those goals. I predict that Snapchat will be the most difficult. It really is an addiction but one that doesn’t add a lot of value to my life. I’ll leave my big “exiting Facebook status updates and while I won’t delete my accounts, I will take them off my phone. Today is Sunday, so it’s a good day to start. Plus, when you look at the big picture, social media was great when it was people driven, now it’s hate fueled politics and crappy videos (which I laugh like a idiot at most of them). I’ll check back in in a week.
In many ways and in many different times this has been said. When life goes “not as planned” and then you wonder “Well, what do I do now?” I’m finding that at 26, I have done and not done a lot of things out of fear of failure. I have played it safe and taken the path of least resistance to avoid failure, backlash, or heaven forbid, making someone angry or disappointing them. But in my early 20’s I was nothing but driven. I had dreams and plans and to look at some of them now, I’m envious of who I used to be. When I “got into the world” I got a bad taste in my mouth for discomfort. I didn’t ever want to fall on hard times and I didn’t ever want to put faith in my own ability to make a successful life. I just wanted to be comfortable, safe, and secure. Well I’ve been that for about 4 years now and I’m miserable. Where is my life? Somewhere along the lines I forgot about living and just worried about money. My thinking converted from adventure to the almighty dollar. I feel like its a fairly common occurrence, but that doesn’t mean that I need to accept that as is and continue following that same path.
After coming back from Nicaragua, there has been a sense of “What more can I do?” I am so grateful for that opportunity.I renewed my sense of self-empowerment and I have a new found drive to make my life and the lives of people around me better. I am starting with me first. We shall see where I can go from here, but I believe in good things and I believe that good things are going to happen. Not amount of money, or people, or careers, or opportunity can provide me with happiness if my internal view sucks. I have felt like a butterfly tacked to a cork board for awhile now and when I take the time to reflect I realize that the life that I am currently living is made for someone else. Anything that I’m ever going to do or be starts with the internal question of “Am I living in my full potential?” and up until now, I haven’t been, but that train stops here. I’m excited and scared and both are valid.