Unplugged.

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It has been a week since I took myself off social media, well except for Facebook, let’s be honest, I’m not that strong. I have to admit it was easier than I expected it to be.  Whenever I felt the need to pick up my phone and open an App, I found myself instead picking up a magazine at the office or reviewing an interesting medical topic on UpToDate.

The one thing I do miss about not being on Instagram is posting photos of my progress on my cross-stitching projects.  It was nice to see that other cross-stitchers enjoyed my work and “liked” my photos.  I was also apparently missed by a few followers and received messages from them asking why I left.

I left for a number of reasons, many of which I won’t discuss here but suffice it to say it served mainly to rid myself of a desire to watch others at a distance. It was unhealthy and really served no other purpose than to torture me.  I created my own prison and couldn’t find a way out, or rather, knew exactly how to get out but didn’t have the courage to do so until last week.  The year is coming to an end and a new one is just around the corner.  It’s time to move on.

I have decided that I want 2016 to be a year of less Internet voyeurism and instead more real-life interaction.  I want to read more books and enjoy life for myself. I want to stop using my phone to take a photo and immediately think, “Oh, that would make a great Instagram post.”  I want to live in the present through my own eyes rather than a camera lens.  I don’t need anyone to approve my life or “like” what I’m doing, least of all strangers.  I also don’t need to provide an open window for my past to watch me through.

Which leads to me this blog. It is the one thing left (other than Facebook but thanks to good privacy controls, I may still keep my accoount) that I still allow my past to witness. I could make this blog private and I might still do so in the new year, I haven’t decided yet.  I know there are those who visit my blog whom I no longer see in real life.   It used to really bother me that they were visiting my blog and it caused me a lot of frustration and stress.  It became an obsession to check the tracking log every day to see if they were back.  I am happy to report that that obsession is now over. The website tracking is gone and I kicked another addiction.

And damn if I don’t feel like I’ve freed myself.

I have unplugged.

I suggest you do the same.

 

 

 

Fabulous and ….

This is the final week of my thirties.

Yikes!

I’m getting old.

Or am I?

I remember turning 30 and thinking that was a big deal.  I was a newly-minted doctor, in the first year of my residency and just a little bit terrified. Terrified of suddenly being an adult.  Working full-time, saving money for a house, trying to pay down my debt. I moved three more times before settling in my home. I paid some debt off while incurring a bit more. Yet, the decade that followed surpassed all of my wildest expectations.  I started my career, I married the love of my life, I bought a house, had three beautiful children, met some wonderful people who became my closest friends.

So, it’s a bit strange to say goodbye to that decade. When I look back on who I was at 30, while I do recognize that young woman, I have grown and experienced so much.  I am starting this new decade with much more confidence than I’ve ever had and I truly believe the best is yet to come.

The birthday celebrations have already begun. Last weekend, husband and I had a wonderful night out with one of his closest friends. We experienced a night on the town unlike any we’ve had in quite some time.  It started off with a vodka bar and ended with a ping-pong game at a local club.  Ping pong!  In between there was a fabulous dinner, lively conversation and a couple of sore feet.

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You see, I rarely wear heels.  My poor little feet were aching by the end of the night and I had to take off my shoes. In the middle of downtown, I took off my shoes and walked the streets.  It was exhilarating!

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I think I’m going to like 40.