I've thought a lot about facebook over the last few months. I even told myself, and announced it on my page, that I was leaving the facebook world.
Steve is my voice of reason, and he has been pretty much since hello. He encouraged me to just limit my time on facebook, since it is, unquestionably, a wonderful connect to others in so many ways. Well, that worked for about 1 hour. Seriously. Then I decided that I would put the mac in G-baby's room during his naps, which greatly limited my time on-line. Because, hello, nobody wakes up a sleeping baby!
But I still found myself wasting too much time in between Graeme's naps. And I knew in my heart that it was more than a time issue. It was a heart issue. I was valuing getting the latest and sharing my latest and greatest over other important things. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy keeping up with everyone. But for me, I knew I had to take it to the next level.
This week, I finally asked Steve to change my password. Which, by the way, was his idea in the first place. See? I need to listen to my husband more. If I did, we [read: he] would not have had to paint the hallway at 6 Gillis four times..................
So, last night when Steve came home from work, he looked at me and said, "Do you want your password?" I said yes, and Steve entered my password for me and up came my 300+ "latest news" posts. And you know what? There was a handful of important things; literally, maybe 5 things that caught my interest or required a response from me.
I'm not exactly sure this post has made sense. [Most likely you can smell the Nyquil through the computer screen. Slight cold/allergy issues going on over here.] It's simply the unraveling of my facebook saga. But it made a bit more sense to me when I came across this post. Because as I seek to teach Graeme the values of self-control, it has to be real. And it starts here, with my example.