Catch up on the previous days of my Facebook fast.
By day six, I no longer missed Facebook. I chatted with friends on this thing called a telephone. Do you remember those? You punch numbers, let it ring, and someone answers on the other end. It’s delightful.
I’ve never been addicted to coffee, but I know someone who has. He periodically gives it up. There’s a withdrawal phase — as with anything addictive — and I went through that phase with avoiding Facebook. However, avoiding Facebook became easier over time. I started to think about it less. Facebok status updates were no longer coursing through my brain waves or sucking up the energy of precious brain cells.
I wrote seven poem drafts this year. That felt good.
