This weekend I did a massive overhaul of my Twitter followees and Facebook friends. My apologies if you happened to be part of the fat that I cut.
If I didn't recognize your name in my Facebook friend list, I removed you. No hard feelings.
And let me be honest. You're not missing much by not being able to see my page. No naked photos of my lopsided breastfeeding boobs.
Too bad, huh?
As of late, I've felt the overwhelming need to cull down the information seeping into my life because I just don't have any more room for it.
The age of social media has indeed made my life better. And as someone who is primarily in charge of it for my job, I live it every single day. Sometimes every single hour.
And that part I actually like.
But when social media is your job, the lines become blurred. Very very blurred.
On one hand, I'm intimately connected with people that I would have never met otherwise, like moms of four (or more) with whom I can commisserate.
I limit my personal Twitter followers to 300 or so of my closest friends or people that have truly interesting information to share which means when I go to events and see people who I follow on Twitter but I haven't seen in awhile, I know exactly what's going on with them.
Odd, perhaps, but thus is life in 2011.
But outside of that, I don't have the time or the eyesight, really, to take it all in. The twitter parties, cryptic tweets with five hashtags and "text" talk that I can barely understand, not to mention the multiple Facebook updates about how you went to the bathroom and "Look at my pretty pictures of the bathroom!" have become noise to me.
I can barely hear myself think let alone attempt to process and decipher the rapid fire messages of, let's face it, people I don't necessarily care about.
And really, my attention, focus, and few remnants of brain power are needed elsewhere, for people I *do* actually care a lot about.
I haven't read an actual book in years, yet here I am, reading this list of tweets about stuff I don't even really understand.
I'm the first to admit that I've neglected some of my own needs, as well as familial and friendly relationships. Not my immediate family that is, but others that I should spend more energy on but under the guise of "work" end up passing by.
I am busy, but the question I had to ask myself is exactly what am I busy doing.
So this weekend, I downloaded a book on my yet-to-be-used Kindle for iPhone, put on some metaphorical headphones, and turned up the beautiful music that is my life.