It took weeks to wind down my active Words-with-Friends games so I wouldn’t mess up my stats. I whine about photos I want to post: a mama Muscovy with seven babies, rocket launches, our new grandbaby. I feel guilty when someone says, “Did you see my post?” and I didn’t, especially if they posted on my timeline.
So why extend my self-imposed fast? Because I’m becoming more present in my own daily life. I’m feeling less battered by grief for the pain of people I know only through FB, and less angry about scams, misinformation, political posturing.
Will I return? Yes.
When? We’ll see.