I gave up Facebook for Lent. The first week was really hard, and the first two days of that especially were brutal. Now it's more along the lines of a constant, quiet discomfort... I miss people.
The first week, as I wandered from my bedroom to the living room, I couldn't help but think, "What did I do before Facebook?" I'm pretty sure I read and I blogged more. I had more space to be quiet and think. I think I also did my homework.
As I arrived at this conclusion, I resolved that I would probably start blogging again with my new-found free-time. However, (obviously) that has not happened. Instead, I've been more present (I hope) with the people in front of me; have been learning how to navigate life without the instant, daily, hourly, habitual use of social media (although I get to check in on Sundays as a "feast" or a break from the "fast"); and have been either getting my homework done or finding more creative ways to procrastinate.
Sort of like the end of a dating relationship, I'm finding ways to reclaim my time and fill it up.
Although, all my romantic notions of being more artistically integrated have been mostly thrown out the window - with the exception of a few sleepy poems written in the fuzzy brink of a just-only-now-barely conscious state of being - by finals week. Oh finals...
You know it's finals week when you close out the library, and - given the choice between practicing good hygiene or finishing up that paper - you decide, "...my shower can wait."
And, now, if you'll excuse me - my paper is waiting. And after that, bed. And in between the two, a shower if I'm lucky.