I Disabled My Highly Personal Facebook Profile

My "professional" profile is still up, and it's so boring that I am not interested in being on it. So, the bathroom is now super clean.

I disabled my personal profile for a few reasons:

1. The US Government shutdown. Not my country, yet I was fighting really hard to not get sucked into the negativity and refuting misinformation. Also finding out that my friends are friends of/related to hateful sociopaths who would rather die or go bankrupt than buy health insurance "from the government" was really upsetting. I can't just ignore that shit if I see it. So it was time to "shut the whole thing down".
2. Clicky games. Jumpin' Jeebus on a pogo stick, the clicky games. And I don't even "farm" (anymore).
3. I'm trying to make some personal changes in my life that go with the professional changes I will be making next week. I have to learn to be more mindful of the way the people in my life use social media, and I have to learn to temper my speech by discerning whether or not what I am about to say will be important or useful to anyone else but me.
4. Perspective. I just need to get some.Or something. I don't know. Shutting down my personal Facebook just seemed like a good idea at the time that I had it.

So I'm hanging out on Twitter a bit more ( @LKid ) especially now that hockey season has started.

If you know my legal name, you can find my boring, professional profile on Facebook.

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Yesterday I saw this posted:

http://www.atlasofms.org/

I realized that it had been days, but not quite a week, since I was reminded that I have MS.

I've just really gotten use to having no feeling in my fingers and toes, and that thing with my voice has stopped. I even remember telling the nurse at the urgent care last week when I went to have my sinuses checked out that I had MS, and not feeling sad, or panicked, or much of anything about it.

It was like I told them that I have hazel eyes or my favourite colour is red. It is now just one of those things about me.

Weird, huh?

Again, again, again!

Today I fucked around playing clicky games on Facebook until the reminder(s) I set up on my phone could be ignored no longer.

I want to start the habit of writing daily, one that I have stopped and started twice over the past year. It got trashed when we traveled for two weeks last August, and then again when we were in panic mode to get the fuck out of Vancouver in 6 weeks.

I think that I have found a bit of my groove here in Windsor, and I'm trying to prevent that groove from becoming a rut.

So I'm using 750words.com to track my daily writing. Some days I know I am going to type "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." five hundred and eleventy times. Some days I'm going to try to race myself to the 750 words and hope my typing OCD doesn't stop me.

I'm also using a book called "A Year of Writing Dangerously" that I picked up for some inspiration. I read Day 1 today, and on Sunday (and every Sunday for the next 52 weeks) I will use a prompt from the 52 prompts conveniently located in the back of the book.

This year I will finish my atheist memoir.
This year I will finish my organizing/productivity book, which is a delightful irony. I am having difficulty organizing and finishing a book on organizing and productivity. I could laugh.

I'm also using two writing tricks from Ernest Hemingway.

Stop writing while I still have an idea and flow.
Write drunk. Edit sober.

(I'm actually kidding about the last one.)

(But only a little.)

(I'll probably try it once.)

(I'll try it more than once.)

(A week.)

I also need to find a cheap motel room out by a highway that I can rent for a week and try to write a book in a week. I don't deal well with cabins in the woods, as bugs, dirt, and wildlife ain't my bag.

A cheap motel room, some handheld food (fruit, cheese, bread, protein shakes, Italian meats), a bottle of Wild Turkey, a fridge that makes ice, a vintage hi-ball glass, my teapot and my two favourite Twinings blends, three pairs of pajamas, and my laptop. Bang out 7,000 to 10,000 words a day. Use StayFocusd to keep me from fucking around playing clicky games on Facebook instead of writing.

That would be a good week.

I hope I can afford it sooner rather than later.