A social media maven – and friend – Annalis Clint – just gave me a talking-to about breaking up with Facebook as my go-to, how’s-everyone-doing way to feel connected now that I’m a pandemic social hermit. Oh, but my guts are woven into it. Her point, exactly.
How do I love you, Facebook, let me count the ways:
- It’s my pulpit. I speak my mind. Craft soulful homilies. As Annalis pointed out, these disappear in an instant. If I “homilied” here on my blog, they’d persist. And maybe be read by more people, though Facebook lures me into believing that I could hit the jackpot and reach thousands.
- It’s my kaffee-klatch. My friends are there. Not a private list, but mutual follows. We celebrate wins, announce deaths, grieve, tell funny stories, shuttle love back and forth, knitting us together. But duh! a lot of my friends are not on Facebook. Like Annalis.
- It’s my listening post. I follow very interesting people and prune my feed to see their posts. A 15 minute scroll gives me the illusion I’ve heard the heartbeat of the world – and I hope others scrolling feel the same about my posts. But I’m just as siloed as the people I say are stuck in their bubbles. I could subscribe to a range of online journalists with a range of points of view and get a similar hit from my Updates tab on Gmail.
- I hide out in the fleeting nature of the platform. If I say something stupid, it evaporates like water on a hot sidewalk. If I do the same here, I get egg permanently on my face. I’m more willing to think out loud over there, but here I think it needs to be, tada! significant and eternally true. #IcallBS.
- I once lived with a group that had a strong leader. We’d circle up in the evening to discuss the events of the day. I came to feel I’d outsourced my autonomy of thought, and left. But whatever in me wants other people to do my thinking for me apparently never left me. I think she circles up on Facebook.
Moving Wisdom :: Moving Words
My intention for 2022 and however long I live is to use my love of elegant language and my way of thinking-in-systems to bleed sanity, clarity and love into our unmoored society. I will do that here and everywhere my words are spoken or written, and if I am wrong about something, let’s talk here. I call this intention: Moving Wisdom :: Moving Words. It’s my drop in our shared bucket. It’s really what I’m good for, and if my words resonate in the minds of decision makers, all the better. Certainly my podcast, What Could Possibly Go Right? is right up there with moving wisdom :: moving words. It’s a moving feast of cultural scouts, people who see far and serve the common good.
How I will use this blog now:
I’ll try a new hashtag, #FBLite, to post here what I would have there. It will trick my mind into thinking I’m still over there chatting.
I’ll trust you to understand that these #FBLite posts are top of the head, not deeply considered.
I’ll risk that people who love #yourmoneyoryourlife or #blessingthehandsthatfeedus or @whatcouldpossiblygorightpodcast will be horrified by my eclectic and sometimes erratic (full of errors) thinking and… what… unfollow me? Or be mean… just the way they are on Facebook, right?
And I’ll use the tools Annalis suggests to post these words automatically to my social media without me going over there, just to post it, just to take a peek, just to read reactions to my last musings…
But I will never leave *YOU*…
However, there are several communities I will not abandon:
Buy Nothing Whidbey knits us together in mutual aid.
Socially Conscious FIRE where the thousands of people who approach financial independence the way I do – as liberating time to serve the common good – hang out. Most posts are from people who invest socially responsibly, build non-monetary capital, critique capitalism, and seek practical ways to ethically engage with consumerism and capitalism while challenging and changing it.
Deep Adaptation where unflinching conversations about social and environmental unraveling/ collapse are held, and grief and finding our way as systems collapse is the tenor.
And, living on an ferry-dependent island where power outages happen, I’ll still visit the Alert groups to get the latest and find out what that BOOM or howling was about.
After writing this I got Ken Homer’s eloquent and more detailed statement about leaving Facebook, if only for a while. It’s very well reasoned. Consider this. If Facebook were a country, it would be the biggest on earth. 2.85 billion people. An autocratic cotton candy country controlled by one person, Zuckerberg. Enough to have me cross my heart about this intention and press publish.