Unplugging from the book of faces.

I love Facebook.

It's been a great way to keep in touch with family and friends from afar, to stay up to date on current events, community happenings, and even plan dates with friends in my city and neighborhood.

Really, I love it. Y'all know this. I've been what could only be described as a heavy user of the book.



And yet, tomorrow, I'll be unplugging -- stepping away, shoving off.
I'm not to the point where I'm ready (or able?) to delete my entire profile.
But I need a break. My life in the real world needs me full on. I need to have more discipline than I've had these many weeks of sick kid and snow days and so on. I have proven that my ability to monitor myself is for poop.

And there are (surely!) many rewards to be reaped in the face of being book of faceless. Right?

As in: instead of relying on a quick little dart of contact, maybe I'll go out of my way more to physically see and BE with friends in my neighborhood, and in my city. My phones will get a bit more wear and tear, maybe also my pen and stationary....


I'm not looking for a way to unplug from friends, but certainly to be a bit more private. No, that's not quite it, either, being a solidly different creature than my Mister.

I want a way to be more intimate. And Facebook has been good to me, but I'm ready to commit to real time in real life with real you, MORE of the time.

So call me. Come by. Let's make a date. The kids can play, we can take a walk. Spring is coming. Coffee is good, and still pretty cheap. After school get togethers for nature or playgrounds or the occasional frozen yogurt or early supper are welcome.

Don't write me off.  Come on over, and come on in.