Today I want to bring to Steemit my stages of how to accomplish the Law of Detachment with regards to fascistbook.
I have spent just under 2 years weaning-- and gleaning-- from my fb account. Since #deletefacebook recently went viral, I have dedicated enormous amounts of energy to the cause.
I feel nostalgic, jaded, and lonesome as a cowgirl.
Riding in Ranchita, CA, 2014.
As I scrolled, I replayed the drama of my children growing up and graduating high school.
My daughter's handmade prom dress 2012
I watched friendships wax and wane.
Me and a fine lady I am no longer in touch with...circa 2011
My bipolar weather reports cycled through my seasons like a dysfunctional almanac. That 3 years wherein I ran my own studio, then came crawling back home when it failed to pay for itself.
That time in my art studio when a bunch of people and I felt optimistic. 2013.
I witnessed my profundity, my oversharing banality--and an infinite outpouring of love and support from my #burnerfam!
Burning Man 2007
Are you wondering how to accomplish the monumental task of retrieving your social media content from the tentacles of the enemy? Here is my spool of cordage showing my route out of the labyrinth:
STEP 1: Visit "On This Day" every time you log on. Download selected photos, copy posts and comments, paste into a Notes app scrap book.
At the beginning of the end, I was still fully plugged into facecrack, and could not help myself from checking notifications and engaging.
Fortunately, the site offers us a time capsule for every calendar day. You have to click through, close, and reopen several times to be offered the full panoply of your mundane banality, but perserverance...perseveres.
As I conduct this monotonous routine, I ask myself, "Why did I post all that?!"
How can I possibly organize the deluge of downloading all of these mobile upload photos?
It is a double-bind par excellence.
At my 40th birthday bash
STEP 2: Create files, folders, and albums to recieve your fb gleanings.
Here, I meet my doppelganger: obsession with organization coupled with supreme attitude of slack.
As I encountered my past self telling my current self multiple times, "A stitch in time saves nine!"
Set up those folders as you go, or you are just postponing the ordeal into a future episode of Social Media Hoarders.
Fierce in a photo op, 2009
STEP 3: Rebuild human connections and contact lists outside the parameters of the platform.
For me, this step includes sharing again my Steemit address and encouraging the fb clingons to pull up their roots, and transplant to a new colony in cyberspace. I offer my hand to assist in transition. I stay friendly and positive despite the fact that fb messenger is still spying in us all the while. I accept invitations, and reach out a little bit more.
In a way, rehab from fb is a lot like what I have read about detoxing from benzos: sometimes it takes a little hair of the dog to taper off.
Delivering a festie belt with hugs, circa 2015ish
STEP 4: Use your fb posting treasure as a springboard for potential success on the Steemit blockchain.
Currently, I am more or less in the weeds on this angle, but I continue to rally myself for better outcomes.
I used to enjoy shitposting quick memes and penning absurdist aphorisms off the cuff on the crack of face. On Steemit, I am way more circumspect given that my blatherings are encoded permanently.
My first attempt at running a contest here, the Sci-Ku, put me in the red to the tune of about 0.85 steem, but I enjoyed seeing you all approach my challenge outside the fold of my own echo chamber.
Stepping back from the daily trickle and ephemera of my own timeline offers me a panoramic display of thoughtforms gestating into my worldview.
For better or for worse, it has compelled me to embrace my true identity of Love,Catspiracy, and reflects back unto my inner eyeballs the fact that I am a ferret for truth, justice, and ridiculousnessness.
Bitch it out, circa 2011
WHAT DOES THIS BRING FOR ME GOING ON, INTO THE FUTURE?
I have a lot of hopes and fears for the future. As Caroline Myss says, "Anxiety is a hobby."
This lonesome cowgirl is a bit mesmerized by how shiny a life I have been granted, and how lit up my rodeo continues to be.
I have read that every writer should write out their memoirs. Are you ready for that information dump?
I hope that I am.
To be continued.....
Love,Cat
Cheers! 2016