If you read my blog, which has been basically non-existent for months now, you’ll know that we were in the midst of selling our home. Well, finally, it happened, with closings on both houses and the big move on the same day.
Now I spend my life in social media. It’s my job. But I honestly can say that documenting any of this process through social media was the last thing on my mind. In fact, with the exception of the photo you see here, it wasn’t on my mind at all!
I know there are people who automatically think to take a photo of something and Instagram it and post it to their Twitter and Facebook accounts. It’s a natural occurrence, and it’s second nature to them. It’s just a part of life. And sometimes I wonder why I don’t do more of it.
Looking back, I wish I had taken more photos, but not for posting, just to have some sort of documentation of it all. When I think about others in my circles — tweeps, Facebook friends, or fellow pinners (no, I’m not on Instagram), I know that so much of this process would have been captured with selfies, pictures of moving trucks, empty rooms, full rooms, last looks at the old house, first looks at the new house, signed closing papers, etc. Did these thoughts even pop into my mind to do this? Absolutely not.
Maybe it’s because the move and all the details were overwhelming to me. But with the exception of that sole picture, there was nothing that was photographed, no status updates, no Pinterest pics or tweets… it was simply days of packing and cleaning, and then and unpacking, cleaning and scrubbing, laying down shelf paper, hanging curtains and getting organized.
Maybe it’s that I do it for a living and so I’m less apt to do it for my personal life. Or maybe it’s an age thing and I’m just not programmed to think that way.
Whatever it is, I’m also always conscious of not wanting to overshare, and not wanting every aspect of my life to be out there for people to see. Maybe some things should be kept private. Maybe [gasp!], people might not care to read some things people are posting!
I love social media. I love how you can connect with people you might never have known. I am hooked on getting news on Twitter at any time of day or night. I learn so much from reading others blogs, and II am so grateful that I have been able to reconnect with people I lost touch with years ago.
And then there’s the down side. The people who clearly are so self-indulgent their posts are dripping with it. The people who appear to have their priorities in all the wrong places. There are some posts that just bother me, that cause me to question my own beliefs, and that’s just NOT what social media should be, right?
I recently read a post by a woman I met on Twitter several years ago. Margie Clayman is a smart, funny and witty marketing pro. Most of all, I respect her ability to be very frank while writing beautifully on her blog. Recently her blog had a post on why she was deactivating her Facebook account. I thought to myself, “Wow, she’s got the right idea.” And briefly, every so briefly, I thought about doing the same with mine. But I didn’t.
Was it the fear of missing out? Perhaps. Was it that I didn’t want to lose the connections I’d made? That’s more likely. Whatever the reason, now I can only blame myself when I read posts that annoy me, or make me envious or any of the other seven deadly sins. I understand social media. I understand the world we live in. I understand the need for some people to share their drinks, their food, their dates, their runs to the bathroom… but I just don’t think that’s what social media is all about.
So by all means, please do celebrate the big moments in your life — the weddings, the babies, the new homes, the engagements, the dinners with friends, the reunions… but maybe be a little more selective, and maybe people won’t be so turned off that they tune out completely. And whether you think I’m totally out of line here or you agree, please feel free to leave a comment!