Those of you who saw my last two posts know that I went on a seven-day fast from Facebook. I needed to see what it would be like to NOT click over “just to check” on… I dunno. Something.

Seriously, the multiple click-overs during the day was an addiction, pure and simple. Indeed, it WAS like having the Keebler elf in the pantry calling my name throughout the day. Oh, how I could see the pointy-eared, red-and-white striped-socked goblin holding Fudge Stripes, Coconut Dreams, or… (Oh, I hate you, little elf!!!) Grasshopper cookies on his lap, waiting for me to come succumb to temptation.

As of 7:55 this evening, I started the 30-days-of-no-return process of deleting my Facebook page(s), which includes both my personal and author pages.

I have to move on. I MUST move on. My creativity has been stifled, and my thought process has been fractured to bits by the constant, but unnecessary, “need” to log in and move from page to page to… To what? Most of the time, I realize I’ve accomplished nothing on social media.

So, goodbye Facebook. I’d say I’m going to miss you.

But I’m pretty sure I won’t.