My Social Media-less Life

Yesterday was a rough day emotionally. It was full of relational bridging and life-or-death decisions (I don’t want to revisit that right now, but it wasn’t me or any of my loved ones, in case anyone gets concerned). Yesterday was full of connection with good friends and love from overbearing dogs who missed their Auntie (which is good but can become a lot at 9pm). So it was a lot of ups and downs.

It wasn’t until I got home last night and tried to wind down that I realized I was wired. I knew what I needed to do because I even felt the Holy Spirit nudging me to do it.

I wrote.

I like learning about myself in the context of letters and numbers and personality quizzes because it gives me tools that could help if I feel overwhelmed or out of sorts. Or… in the case of writing, it confirms what I always knew would help but never put together as an actual outlet for stress.

Writing a fictional story is just because I want to tell myself the story. Writing in my journal is where the real treasure is. That’s where I learn about myself or the Lord. Writing on this blog is simply an overflow of writing in my journal without giving too much information away.

It’s like the perfect sweet spot.

In conclusion, if you ever feel overwhelmed with your day or your emotions or all of the above… find an outlet that helps. For me, it’s writing. Maybe it’s painting for you. Or hitting a punching bag. Or screaming into the void. Whatever it is, don’t hold back. Let yourself process.

Wake up and choose kindness.