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Status Updates I Want to See on Facebook

Status Updates I Want to See on Facebook

I know I can’t be the only one who is craving for that brutally, honest, life sucks kind-of Facebook status updates.  And while it’s possible my friends are  truly the happy, go-lucky, people with picture perfect lives, I can’t deny that once in a while I want to  know that things can break down behind the white picket fences of your life. 

My Facebook feed would be much more interesting if there were status updates like:

  • My kid really sucks at (fill in the blank)
  • I just filed for divorce.
  • I haven’t had sex with my wife/husband in a year
  • My house just went into foreclosure
  • Debt collectors are stalking me
  • My vacation sucked and here’s the picture of me and my wife/husband fighting to prove it.
  • I hope my kid grows out of this ugly phase.

 

 

Facebook Rant, Some Days I Don’t Care

Facebook Rant, Some Days I Don’t Care

I’ve been weening myself from the Facebook life. I only go on once a day and quickly scroll through to see anything interesting. I’m done in less than five minutes.

No, it wasn’t a New Year’s resolution, but instead a clear, conscious choice made while everyone was posting photos and providing status updates of their endless holiday cheer.

Simply, I couldn’t take it anymore. Now possibly, I need to up my meds, but the “Stepford” life that I often see on Facebook and the constant noise of “I’m having more fun than you,” posts and photos sent me over the edge.

I needed quiet from the “I’m more successful, more traveled, have the cutest kids, best job, best friends and best family,” intercom. I needed to listen to myself, not the “Joneses” of Facebook that tell me how my life may or may not stack up.

This is not a rant on your kid’s photos. I really do like them. They’re actually what I enjoy most about Facebook and why I won’t quit it.

However, there are some days I just want to focus on me without the constant noise that somewhere, someone else is out there doing something really cool with their lives.

In pre-Facebook life, I might hear about you, your successes and yes, failures through the grapevine. It all depended on who knew who. If we didn’t know each other, you went into the vault of friends past, and I never heard from you again, unless fate intervened. And well, that’s when you need to listen to why this person reappeared, and question on if you need them back in your life. However, that’s a topic for another day.

But today, Facebook, is one large show of how great one’s life has become with little focus on the failures. Yet, in the grapevine of yester year, the failures made the rounds too. With Facebook the failures in one’s life go mostly unnoticed, and competition for the besting each other reaches a fever pitch daily.

And while most of the time, I still want to hear that you’re doing well, still have a job and the kids had another good year at school, some days I just don’t care. And for those days, I’ll say, “congratulations” now.

Subway Signs & Favorite Places

Subway Signs & Favorite Places

I’m by no means a graphic designer, but I do enjoy playing around with text and different typography. So in my attempt to create a subway-type poster sign for the places I’ve visited and love to frequent (here’s my inspiration), I took my Sunday afternoon to hunker down at the library and teach myself the basics of  Illustrator and InDesign. The graphic shown here is  my 2nd draft of an 18×24 poster of my favorite places.  I think I still need to work on the grunginess of the black, but I was happy that I figured out how to “cut-out” the text. Small steps people! After all, a creative weekend is a successful weekend.



Car Free Summer: Releasing the Fear

Car Free Summer: Releasing the Fear

Last week, I sold my car to CarMax and officially began my quest to go car free for the summer. I don’t live in NYC, so to go car free anywhere else in this great country of ours can be seen as a bold, some might say crazy move. And though, I live in a major metropolitan area with access to public transportation, the car still rules supreme and to go without one puts you in the minority.

This move to a car-free life was not taken lightly. I looked at it from all angles, all scenarios. I evaluated every “what if” as if planning an escape from a pending nuclear disaster. What if I needed to take Paxton to the vet, what if I had an appointment to somewhere outside the beltway, what if I had a large item to get home and the list went on and on. But these were the exceptions, not the everyday. And for every exception, I found an alternative to getting there without having a car to call my own. Everything I needed was either within 5 miles of my house, accessible by foot, bus or could be done through online shopping and delivery services. I concluded that I was keeping a car out of fear. Fear of the “what if.”

I no longer wanted to be controlled by fear. I decided to let go of something that I had for 24 years believed to be a necessity of life, my car. I thought by giving up the car,  I’d feel constricted with no freedom to come and go as I please.  However, now 8 days into my car free lifestyle I’ve discovered that by lifting the burden of car payments, maintenance, parking meters, parking tickets and high gas prices, the freedom I so feared of losing was just that, fear.  I guess FDR was right after all, “we have nothing to fear, but fear itself.”

 

Spring Cleansing

Spring Cleansing

Spring cleaning is an annual rite of passage for many, however, I tend to clean out every three months or so due to my small living quarters. I’m a regular at the local Salvation Army and the Arlington Haz Mat recycling facility. But for Spring 2012, I’m not only cleaning out, I’m cleansing.

While it feels good to rid myself of old t-shirts, shorts and mountains of black shoes, I’m digging deeper.  Cleansing out, unlike cleaning out, is ridding myself of the emotional stuff. It’s the stuff that not only takes up space in our closets, but unloads every fiber and piece of matter onto our hearts. These aren’t those things that you hold on to because you might need them later or are treasured family heirlooms. Nope, it’s the stuff that you haven’t used, listened to, or worn in 15 years, but can’t bear to part with it because of the memories attached to it. For some, it can be concert t-shirts, others it may be a CD collection,  even kitchenware. Whatever it is, it hasn’t been used in over 10 years, yet you still keep it around as some sort of  adult security blanket.  Just knowing it’s in the clear storage bin at the bottom of 10 other storage bins in the back of your storage closet makes you feel secure.

Yes, I’m an emotional collector. I hold onto stuff much longer than I need to because I’m afraid of letting go of the memory, that specific moment in time.  Emotional cleansing is hard, and more often than not, I have to be ready to let go. When I hit this point,  my heart has said “good-bye”  and I finally recognize that riding myself of the stuff doesn’t translate to riding me of the memories. After all, don’t we have Facebook for all that now?