Last September I started a very ambitious project: the 101 in 1001 project. For those of you who don’t know what the project is: the basic idea is to set oneself 101 tasks that have to be finished in a certain timeframe, namely 1001 days. The period is long enough to give oneself the chance to actually finish the tasks but is nonetheless a certain timeframe, so that you still have a certain goal. You can read all about it here at Day Zero Project. I loved the idea as soon as I read about it. I saw it as a chance to challenge myself to do some things that I wanted to do for a long time now but never quite got around to. The visualizing and writing down alone was completely inspiring, even though it was harder than expected to actually find 101 tasks. Nearly three years is also a timeframe that suited me quite well. It’s better than one year (which is over oh-so-soon) but still not too far ahead as to be completely out of my mind. And it works! 25 of the 101 tasks are already in the making, four are already finished.
Today I started on another task on the list: three months without Facebook. It’s been on my mind for more than a year but I never could quite bring myself to do it. I’ve been active on the net for so many years now that a lot of my friends are all over Germany and the world, and Facebook is such an easy way to keep in contact. But lately it became more than just about keeping in contact. It felt more like an addiction. It was one of my start pages when opening my browsers. When I got bored, I logged in to Facebook, scrolling half-heartedly through my timeline, clicking on links, making stupid quizes, commenting on “Look what I ate today” posts, or worse, not even commenting but only clicking “like”.
Don’t misunderstand me: not all of it was bad. There were genuinely amazing discussions I had, interesting facts I learned through some of my friends, I actually got to know some of them way better than before – and some I only had contact with via Facebook due to a number of reasons, none of which included actual disinterest on one or both parts. I extremely enjoyed being able to share some causes that are very close to my heart. But nonetheless.
More and more it felt like FB was no longer giving me anything but instead taking away something. Energy. Time. Inspiration. And these are things I cannot and will not live without. I don’t want to lose one tiny bit of it. I’m a mum, I have two 8 month old boys, we’re searching for a house and are working on publishing a book and I’m still searching for “my way of life”. I really can’t afford to waste time on something that does no longer give me joy.
Maybe it would have helped to cut my friends list to a minimum. How do you tell people that you no longer want to keep in touch with them? How do you even choose who to follow and who not to? Maybe it would have helped to just block some people or just ignore what they’re writing. Maybe… but maybe it would’ve just been another waste of energy. Add this to my concerns about data safety and there is just no reason to stay there. At least for the moment. I’ll probably be back there, for all the good reasons I mentioned above – but for now, I’m just relieved to have deactivated my account.
Bye for now, Facebook, I won’t miss you.