Sadly, I must admit I am hooked on facebook. I used to post a lot on facebook. I shared when I ate and what I ate. I shared my inner-most (dull) thoughts. As time went on, I found other people doing some of the same thing to be annoying. And then I read blog after blog post about the top 25 annoying things that people do on facebook. And I started cutting back. These days I only post a lot when I’m either drinking a little too much, or on vacation (for some reason, vacation is sort of like booze to me–frees me from what other people might find annoying).
But, even without posting as much, I check often. I read some of the articles that people share, I look up old acquaintances, I look at all of the photos.
And I love living a little through my “friends”. I find myself feeling like I know and understand and connect with people who I haven’t seen in decades. I have invested myself in their lives. I have friends from various faiths.. Buddhists, priests, pastors, atheists.. And I love reading their thoughts, beliefs & actions. I adore seeing the mini-me versions of my friends. For better or worse sometimes it’s amazing how much they look like their parents!
I am in a few groups–runners and adoptive parents and foster parents. And I connect with total strangers through our similar interests. I love reading about the love they have for a new little stranger who was just entrusted to them. I love reading about races… seeing the new runners conquer their first mile and I am in awe of the veterans who do 100 mile races and 6 minute miles.
And it makes me wonder. Do you ever think about me the same way? Do I inspire any of my friends? Do you like seeing the updates and photos of my kids? Would you mind if I posted my breakfast every day…?
Bloggers live for comments (so I’ve read), but the truth is I get very few. And I don’t know that I mind all that much. Yes, I started this to share with others… But, truthfully, I mostly started this for my parents. And I don’t need them to comment, I just need them to know that I will share my kids here. And I have been really lucky.. I have had more than a couple new foster parents to be contact me through this blog. If I can help even 1 family help even 1 kid, that would make it worth my while.
And it’s for me.
Sharing my thoughts and feelings feels good.
Last night I was reading a few of my older posts and it took me right back to that place and feeling and time. And that felt good, too.
I hope that you don’t mind me going on and on. And, too be honest, a comment or two would be pretty cool 😉