Blocked from Facebook for “Going too Fast”
What does that even mean? Anyone who knows me, knows that I drive the speed limit. My idea of a wild adventure is finding and going to a new place to eat.
Expanding my listening repertoire is a major feat. Truly, I am stuck in my ways and if anything, do not feel like I am going fast enough!
I just started a new job, teaching. I have been away from it for six years, and although I can still spring up and down off the floor like it’s nobody’s business, I still feel like I am lagging behind.
I’m trying, really, really hard to remember everything, while striving, for the first time in my entire life, to obtain the ever illusive “Work/Life Balance.” Is Facebook judging me? Is it letting me know, “Nope, slow down, you’re still moving too fast. Gotta make the morning last?” Perhaps. Or, maybe I typed, “Forgot My Password” too quickly without making five wrong attempts.
I had to clear my History on that browser and somewhere, in some illusive notebook, I have passwords written down. Who knows where it is? Some pile, somewhere, where I left it while moving too fast.
I started this post, thinking Facebook was totally wrong! I have slowed down. I am seeing the “small stuff” for what it is. I only felt like throwing up two of the five mornings I woke up with massive anxiety this week. That’s progress! Apparently, not progress enough.
So, with a robot’s input, I am going to try and slow down even more? Will I be able to do it? How will I measure my success or my journey? No idea. I’m slowing down. Haven’t got time to ponder those thoughts. I think I am making progress. I ran out of milk this morning, and instead of rushing out to get more, I am drinking my afternoon cup of coffee, black. Tell me that’s not slowing down!
Are you kicked back enough? Are you going too fast? Tell me below, please. Thank you for reading.
Ed and I don’t have that problem! He’s still not recovered from chemo and we’re taking it easy. We are going to regional theatre today to see Spam a Lot, our big outing. Take care, you’ve got this.
Your new job does sound challenging, and I'd be feeling like I'm playing catch-up, too. But you will eventually, and then there'll be plenty of time to go buy milk!