I had been on Facebook for about 8 years. Until 16 days ago, (yes I am counting!), when I deactivated my account, along with Twitter and Instagram.
I mean, I only ditched about 900 of my closest friends. Like it was nothing. I was pretty depressed last week. I'm thinking it was probably a period of mourning.
Why did I do the unthinkable? I'm not sure really, well maybe that's a lie? Or maybe it's like this. You know how all these posts are inspiring most of the time, and you're like that's a great idea, this is amazing! After a while you're like, I wish I had the opportunity to do that, try that, go there and so on.
Eventually, the excitement and enthusiasm turns to annoyance and frustration. Some times it propels you to get things done and at the same time depresses you when you can't.
It's been interesting to say the least, learning to enjoy the moment without posting about it. Not taking selfies to share with your online world. 
What about
all those beautiful photos of the sky?
