It’s a Cliche to Delete Facebook, But It Works

This isn’t one of those “Everyone look at me, I am leaving Facebook, weep for my forthcoming absence, listen to my list of grievances” dramatic exits that have become an annoying cliche. Quite the opposite, in fact. My decision to delete Facebook happened back in the middle of April, about six weeks ago. I didn’t say anything, didn’t tell anyone, just quietly left. Since then two people have noticed, or at least two people have bothered to say anything. I could use that fact to try to make a point, but why bother. You’ve heard it all before. Besides, this post isn’t really about Facebook.

Life is an editing process. You keep what you want, make what you absolutely need work for you as well as you can, and toss out anything that doesn’t serve a purpose. The way that you really need to look at things is in terms of opportunity cost. You can get all “KonMari” about it and toss out what doesn’t bring you joy, but that’s really just a start. Even if it brings me joy, if I hang a painting on the wall over the sofa that means I can’t hang a different painting there. I need to choose. Picking one project to work on means I don’t have the resources to work on another project right now. If I spend my time doing one thing, that means I’m giving up the opportunity to do something else.

Life is finite. Our time is precious. Our goals are meaningful. Self-care means that I have to focus on the things that matter. If something — Facebook, or anything else — serves those goals, aids in your self-care, and helps you to be the person that you need and want to be, then go for it. But if it doesn’t then it’s just clutter, static in the signal, another obstacle that’s getting in your way.

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