Quitting Facebook (or at least deactivating my account for a month) has already much been harder, and much more rewarding, than I expected. The obvious tricky part is that I use my personal Facebook profile to administer and run ad campaigns for a couple of Pages. But I have a solution for that.
The less obvious hard part is that I drastically underestimated how much of a habit checking Facebook had become, and the extent to which I was using it as a distraction when I didn’t want to think. Of course, you can always find another distraction. I’ve gotten a lot of reading done on my Kindle the past few days. But reading books as a distraction is a lot healthier than staring through a heavily-edited peephole at the digital ephemera of other people’s lives.
The rewarding part is that I also drastically underestimated how much time and energy I was losing to Facebook. Getting it back has been a little crazy, because I honestly didn’t go into this with a well-thought-out plan. It was more like “I think this is a good idea, let’s see what happens.” What happens, it turns out, is that I spend a couple of days floundering and not knowing what the heck to do with myself now that I’m unplugged from the Matrix. And then I realize I have a slightly-insane amount of available time and emotional energy, and no idea what to do with it.
Seriously. It took me 2-3 days to start doing things, because my Facebook habit was so ingrained that I was almost physically disoriented without it. Yikes.
In the meantime, I’ve knocked out three months of social and email promotion work for Per Bastet, gotten a few thousand words drafted for my various WIPs, and lost three pounds doing a Clean Eating Challenge, because I have time to cook real food. Not too bad, considering.
How about you? Have you ever been surprised how much something affected you after it was gone? Spent some time examining a habit that had become unhealthy? What was the best thing about giving it up? The worst?