I turned off my phone.
I closed my laptop.
I spent a week unplugged.
I was checking Instagram 10 times a day.
I was getting angry about Facebook arguments all the time.
It was too much for me.
This page keeps growing. As it grows, I get a lot of opinions about my own opinions. When I am overwhelmed, I shut down.
I needed to think.
If I continue to write my heart, more people will have their own thoughts about it. Can I handle the mean spirited, unkind things people say about me? Do I want to?
Yes, I think. Writing is my exhale. Growing isn’t a bad thing. It’s scary for me, but I think it’s good. With growth, comes trolls, that’s just kind of how it goes.
I’m back online now, but less. I log on over naptime and at night.
I have small children with ten thousand opinions about everything. While I’m with them, I don’t have the ability to process other people’s opinions, nor do I really want to.