Now that we have gotten that out of the way, I’ll tell you that I rejoined Facebook yesterday. I had an account I started a couple of years ago, deactivated it at the beginning of last summer, and deleted my old account in the fall in the midst of a sort of Luddite temper tantrum.
Here’s the thing– I love long chats over coffee and handwritten cards and letters. I love satisfying phone calls where the topics range from parenting to decor ideas to books and love and God’s infinite kindness. With my poor poor vision I can’t see that tiny screen to text, and though I surf and blog and yes, now facebook, I move pretty clumsily from one technical platform to the other. Often it feels as if the world is whooshing by me and I’m just too slow, too un-savvy, to keep up. We’ve made some choices in our family life that are out of touch with the cries of “I’m so busy!!!” that I seem to hear all around me. Not more right, just different. And definitely right for us.
But we’ve faced some facts. Like it our not, we ARE out of step with our demographic. Increasingly we do not speak the language of our culture. We are getting left behind.
And more simply put, I’ve missed seeing the photos and day to day updates from dear ones across the country. Sometimes I’ve missed sending little bits of me and my day out to those who knew me when. So I’m reminding myself it is a tool, one to use at my own pace. I will challenge myself that high school need not be recreated in Facebook’s blue and white walls. Good and beloved relationships can only be strengthened by another line of communication. I will resist the temptation to tailor my profile and posts to make me appear cooler, more artful, more spiritual than I am.
And I’ll keep writing those handmade cards and pouring cups of coffee.