For the last year and a half or more I spent a good majority of my life online. Sharing my trials, joys, triumphs, pitfalls and rantings on my blog. I even got into the “marketing” aspect where I could review some great products, some not so great products, and hold some fabulous giveaways.
That all ended. Will end. Is coming to an end.
You may be saying, “NO!” or “Why?” or maybe you truly could give a rat’s ass. The fact remains that I always said my life is not my blog. In fact my life made a wonderful detour on a path I was traveling without regard for direction.
I was offered a phenomenal job. One that I was leery of taking. I erred on the side of caution because of how change would drastically affect my family, my children, our dynamics. Being wrong never felt so good about how change is fabulous and ever amazing.
Being away from my blog, the people associated with my blog allowed me to rekindle a love of myself, of how precious my family is, and I have met some AMAZING friends with change. These friends are people I have a hard time not having in my day because they are vibrant, intelligent, fun, and best of all they are REAL. REAL human beings.
In no way am I knocking or belittling the relations I have built with some phenomenal women online, however, the beauty and truth of real life connections and the disconnect of the internet is amazing. I can see when my friends need to talk, their expressions when they laugh, when we have the exact same thought and how we felt as if we have been friends for ages.
Recently I am happy to say I have disconnected online. I feel the internet lately has been rather toxic, I log in to reconnect with the people I feel are truly genuine and with whom I have the utmost respect. Otherwise I have no reason to be online except to connect with them. Â The internet can be a powerful tool for just about anything and in fact your standard tool, *cough, village idiot, can use it to destroy, lie, cheat, and more. No longer is my blog a place of solace to share my unyielding love for my family, for life, I lack any desire to write because I need no vindication.
I don’t need an ego stroked, stats, products, reviews, giveaways, conferences, while all those are great, I found what I needed the most and what others may need to is to disconnect.
Step away from the PC and reconnect with real people, in a truly authentic way without blogging about it, or staging a “blackout” to disconnect about it. Reclaim you when you feel burned out by just walking away and not giving a shit. I did…and I won’t look back.
I may write again. I may talk about how my children have evolved into even more magnificent creatures in only 45 days, but for now. I am content to keeping them all to myself. Content with the ability to disconnect and reconnect with people who are not sitting behind a keyboard all day. One day I hope to reconnect with those I have disconnected with, and if not, I thank you for your kinship, your genuine and authentic selves, and for being my muse.