Open Letter & Warning Of The Borg,
I resisted the borg for a long time. Confession: I have been spending a lot of time on Twitter. I know, I’m shameless. Only the strong willed should visit me there @esteladewa
I have seen some of you there but you exhibit such self control– Jedi like control I lack.
Miss you guys! I am starting Twitter-hab tomorrow and will return to normalcy (my normal which we know is still nutty) soon. Here is a quick update of what happened while I was in the Twitterverse.
I had a serious talk with myself and did a self check:
If I am spending too much time editing my selfies I:
1. Need to stop because then people won’t recognize me in real life.
2. May need to continue so people don’t recognize me in real life.
3. Need to get different color liquid foundation make up so my face is the same color as my neck.
4. Need to be a little concerned that I am taking selfies at all.
1. Told my husband that typing in bed at night was good for our marriage. If my keyboard clicking didn’t wake him up at night he would have to admit I was perfect and it’s hard to be married to someone perfect. I was only thinking about him and his own mental well being.
2. One of my sons graduated from high school and proudly announced he was “…taking time off” before starting college classes. I was at a loss for words– so was he when I asked what exactly he was taking time off from. The “breaker” can be seen here on his dad’s shoulders.
4. I cried for a lot of reasons when they didn’t see me.
5. I went overboard with the pictures.
6. Then I contemplated what the world would be like if people in the past had lived, died and measured their worth or pursuit of passion by likes or followers.
7. I discovered some new people that I am happy live today and don’t appear to live or die or measure their worth or pursuit of passion by likes or followers. I invite you to get to know them.
8. I got mad.
9. Then I fell asleep hoping some of it was a bad dream.
10. I woke up. I realized one person can make a difference. We have to for the ones that can’t anymore.