It’s been a week full of sadness in so many ways. A week of sudden loss, of impending unfathomable news, of waiting to see if there is plan to fight, and yet another relapse.
I came home from a road trip with my family and saw all of these separate events in a matter of 24 hours on Facebook. I don’t check Facebook when I’m away, and now I’m left numb with much so much sadness and reality.
As I’ve written about in previous posts, I don’t always function well with Social Media. And I guess today is one of those days.
Is my world better for knowing this news and being able to respond to my friends? Of course. Is it better for them to be able to post such news once instead repeating it 100 times? I believe it is.
But what does a world look like where you are processing a terminal diagnosis alongside a family’s fun day at the beach, alongside a relapse, alongside what someone ate for supper, along side a suicide, alongside a dancing cat?
All with the quick scroll of a thumb.
How can we process this as human beings without becoming somehow detached?
How does this medium we all are using ~ all of the time ~ affect how we place value, on what we place value, and how we react?
How are our brains functioning – I mean physically functioning – discovering all these things – all at once – in the same space – on the inside of a few moments?
I don’t have the answer. Not for me. Not for my kids. I don’t.
But I’m posing the question. I’m posing the question because it worries me that we don’t seem to ever sit back and reflect on this and take any action.
So for now I’m taking a break.
This summer – and consciously moving forward – I’m choosing how – and if – social media will be a part of my life. Not how I will be a part of its life.
I’ll be back – probably soon – but I know myself well enough that every once in awhile I need to step away. I need to step away and pose the question about this social media phenomenon ~ even if no one understands why I do.
And even if I never have the answer.