In a recent post I was talking about what I have given up for Lent - Facebook - but I'm not sure if I mentioned that I've been on twitter a little more these days as well. . . .
Not sure thats how it's suppose to work - to give up one thing just to pick up another social networking addiction. However its suppose to work, I have been on twitter a lot, but I guess the way I'm justifying it is that I don't know what anyone else - unless I follow them on twitter - is doing. I can't see their pictures. I can't see what new relationships are blooming. I don't know what my 'friends' are doing unless I see them in person.
*side note, thats so sad - isn't that how its suppose to be, when you're in a relationship, you should see that person, or @ least talk to them!
I will say its made life rather simple. I'm not getting jealous over what other people are doing - or aren't doing - I'm not comparing myself to others like I would if I were on there. I'm not spending countless hours doing nothing but 'stalking' my 'friends'. Social media/networking is such a love hate thing for me - I love it, b/c I get to stay connected w/ friends and family who live far away and that I wouldn't 'see' other wise. It can be a great source of information - maybe too much info. But it also can be a HUGE wast of time, and just weigh me down.
I know that I have 2 children, I'm married and I'm 27 yr old and one might think that I'm mature and have it a little bit together, but no. I feel that I'm rather immature, and childish in a lot of areas. I still feel like I have a lot of growing to do. I thought that once high school was over I'd be ok, and be able to move on and not care so much about what other people thought of me, but I do, and maybe its even more than when I was in HS.
Thank you fb!
Confessions of a grown woman - I'm not are mature as I think I should be @ this age/stage in my life. Maybe it'll just be an ongoing struggle for me - Maybe not.
Maybe one day things will 'click' and I'll understand that the things I think are important and that matter, don't really.
Maybe one day I'll be as confident in myself as I'd like to be.
Maybe one day - when I grow up - I'll have my life in order and be that responsible women I want to be. . .
Maybe ; )
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