I keep wanting to tweet about it.
I’ve been on Twitter a long time. Out of all the social media platforms, that was the one that felt like home. It was where I got to listen to different voices, both well-known and unknown, and it shaped me in deep ways. I heard from people I would never otherwise hear from, people outside of my world, and that was good for me. I felt like I had a bit of community there, maybe a bit of a voice there. I learned a lot.
But over the last several months, that bird-platform just seemed like it wasn’t serving a good purpose anymore. So I left (just before the little bird became an x).
Maybe permanently. I haven’t decided yet.
But the habit remains strong. I keep wanting to tweet about my days, my thoughts, my joys, my interactions. I keep wanting to share moments that I just read or heard or found.
I’ve always been a person who writes. I have stacks of journals, filled with hand-written words from different years and decades of my life. I’ve blogged regularly at different times, and maybe now I will get back to that. But both of those exercises take longer than a tweet.
And maybe that’s the point.
I’ve slowed down for the moment. Our home flooded (!) and so we are suddenly living elsewhere for a few months, out of the city, and it’s an unexpected gift. As I write this, I’m watching purple finches enjoy their breakfast.
My summer class is done, and I decided not to take one this fall. Vacation begins in a few days. And I haven’t slowed down in a long, long time.
I recognize this moment won’t last forever. I don’t want to miss it. So I deleted some apps, took a break from unimportant things that keep me “busy”. I’m sitting with desert mothers and fathers. Singing old songs. Choosing to be present in each moment. Reading for hours. Working outside. Eating less. Eating with friends.
And I keep wanting to tweet about it.
But for now, I’ll take the slower road.
Ooh...I love this. I can feel the tension of wanting to and yet also a rebellious resistance to not want to go somewhere that's not healthy for you right now.
I heard a wonderful axiom about rest: Choose rest before rest chooses you. You may never know that harm to your soul your avoiding by choosing to take the slower road. May it be peaceful and rich and boring. AND, may God show up in unexpected way.
It figured. It would sort of defeat the purpose of you leaving Twitter! Lolol