A Little Rant, Facebook Is Dead To Me, Back to Blogging

I had this grand plan after last post to start posting every Wednesday while Isla was at gymnastics.   I brought my computer with me, ready to blog away, and for the next month the internet was down at the gym.  Foiled again!

Last night, for not the first time but probably the last, I got rid of Facebook.  (well, you can find me on there, but it is gone from my devices). I have managed to maintain an account for the past few years even though I am liking the space less and less.  I feel tied to it, mainly because every event myself or my daughter gets invited to comes through a Facebook event invitation.  So, I have taken it off of my phone, only to put it back on when I kept missing events or notices I thought were important.

But, last night I had it.  Since 2016, it has been the political posts that have flattened me mostly.  I have so much to say on this, but don't even know how to put it into words.  Mostly I just get tired of the meanness.  I get tired of the people that think they know it all.  I get tired of the propaganda.

Finally, the mean posts, memes, "calling out," criticism.... it just got to me last night.  I was literally up all night over the stress of it.  Yesterday I was playing on my phone it was just a feed full of people mad at parents that are "anti-vax."  (I have been seeing so many crappy threads out there for months now, but one person that finally broke my back- she was also the person that has never had kids but posted years ago a fat shaming post for pregnant women).  Reality, most people aren't anti-vax, they just question the current profit driven system.  Since I have worked with vaccine injured kids (yes, that is a thing.  Not common, but it does exist) for over a decade now as a physical therapist, I have studied this a lot and worked with people of all walks of life and levels of education on this topic- from moms that know more than I will ever know because their research is extensive, to pediatricians who have individualized care, to people that actually lobby in DC.  I certainly have an opinion, and I am discovering that 99% of my friends want to hate me because I have some critical thought.  A lot of critical thought- thank gosh for my liberal college education!

I get mad at things in this world too!  I get mad at my friend that promotes an industry that is incredibly cruel to animals. You guys know that eats me alive.  But I don't go post a bunch of shit on Facebook.  I respect her as a person with a heart and a family.  She hasn't come to me for advice, nor is she looking for a career change.  And maybe she is doing the best she can in her space.  So while I want to sometimes attack and sometimes just unfollow her because I have those feelings too, the reality is we have to live in this world with friends that don't always see eye to eye with us.  And we aren't going to change them through Facebook.  But maybe with love and kind examples we may plant seeds in people.  I think it truly is the only way.

So here is what it has boiled down to for me:

I don't want your USA Today post or Huff Post or whatever else has fired you up spouted off as life fact.  I don't want it thrown at me from your pulpit.  Mainly, I don't want to read a bunch of your angry stuff that is.....

BULLYING!

And that is what it has come down to.  People get upset or fired up about a topic, then go on facebook/twitter and decimate "friends" in their wake of righteousness.  And I just can't take it anymore.

Because every time you post an opinion piece or link an article about your politics, or how you hate parents that make different choices than you (and maybe even know more than you, but it is hard to consider that when you are so into Facebook you can't see through the bull), you are hurting people.  It is true.  It is our new form of being a "mean girl" or a bully, and we can now do it at any age and to any person.  None of us get together and talk in person.  We don't educate each other.  We just preach.

PREACH SISTA!

I am done! I just can't take it.

You probably don't know more than other people.  Your opinion doesn't matter more.  You are not more right.  And that is a fact.  And I just can't take it anymore.  Did I say that already?  About 5 times.

So, I am back to blogging- exclusively I think.  I remember loving to read blogs.  We talked about training, racing, and the mental side to life.  We celebrated birthdays and new pregnancies.  We would "Make It Happen," and through reading others push to victory, we all thought we could do it too.  It is just a more positive space.  Facebook gone.  Twitter gone!  I will have no access to my "instant news" now, but I also won't have to listen to everyone's newly found power to just be an a-hole without repercussion.  And I may even maintain some friendships because after last night 50% were on the chopping block. (the other problem with Facebook- we are losing our ability as humans to develop in person- by voice/phone- real friendships.  Because we see a picture of someone's kid, we think we know what is going on in their life.

So if you want to reach me, call me!  Email me!  I will do a better job of updating this space with my real thoughts.  I won't talk politics or mom shaming, because that is just not me.  But I will do my best to create some more space on the internet that is positive, creative, and allows us to think and grow with love.

So what is new with me for real?

Isla and I kicked off her Grand Prix Running Series for 2019.  She beat her 1/2 mile time by about 43 seconds from last year.  Not that she know what that means or cares!  And she called me her coach, which you know I just ate up!!!!  Love love love!!!!

One thing I think that makes me a fun mom and "coach" is  during the race at the turn around point we talked about feeling the wind on our back when we had a tail wind and flying like an eagle.  You know, life is really fun!  I want her to think of being an eagle when she is older and feeling the wind on her body- just proud of all her body can do for her.

That little tiny speck on the right of the path is Isla.  The funny thing is, for the first time ever, she just left me the other day when we were walking the dogs.  She decided to go running, and she ran maybe 3/4 of a mile on her own.  She has NEVER done that, even for a quarter of a mile.  We don't even practice for her run races because she doesn't want to.  She runs one time a month at her race and that is it.  I honestly couldn't even catch her for the first time ever- it was such a cool moment.

I was a handler for the #pussyfooters this year in a couple of Mardi Gras parades.  That was a lot of fun- a bit hard to explain if you don't live down here.  But, everything in good fun- tongue in cheek- women just loving life.  

No great family picture for Mardi Gras this year, but we were out there.  We have had so many visitors in the past 2 months, we can't hardly catch our breath.  But that is life in the Big Easy- it is really the Big Busy!