In all fairness to Facebook, I was a failure from the beginning.
I never posted a grumpy cat meme. I posted Bible verses. I wrote about child advocacy.
I was no fun.
So the decision to exit stage right was overdue. I stayed for the people I knew I would miss. And I left for my family’s safety.
Several times this morning I found myself fashioning vestigial posts about ghrelin, Alice Monro, and a beautiful rainstorm.
Notice I am still blogging, so I am hardly cured.
But it is a start.
I believe in the power of prayer. With or without the artifice of social media to prove that I am real.
I want to be real–
A tree that merely grows quietly in the forest. Making little noise at all.