I am officially off the meta verse.

I have disconnected from all social media. Somewhere in the DSM-5, there has to be a diagnosis of self harm by social media.

The negatives all began to outweigh the positives. In the way that is so common to me, inevitably my self destructive nature came forth.

So I unplugged.

All of it.

Multiple, multiple times a day I find myself trying to share a quote, a picture of the sunset, or look at pictures of Jeeps.

I see how dependent I have become on the daily feeding on social media.

What seemed to be fleeting glances at my devices was slowly ebbing time away from my husband. My family.

Reality.

My life of travel and working two jobs ends February 7. I go from 60hrs a week, drive time, and two jobs…to being home.

Off the meta verse.

Once I get over the withdrawals, I know I will fill the time spent looking at a phone or tablet with taking time to care for my husband. Care for myself. Gardening, walking dogs, even cleaning the pool – activity! – will fill that wasted time.

Back to normal.

For me, the new normal will be old school.

It’s the healthiest choice I’ve made in a long time.