Yesterday was my forty-third birthday. It was nice. Did family, did the cinema, did food…
I drank enough cocktails to give me such eruptions of acid indigestion that I was blowing it out of my nose like boogers of fire plus sufficient daft dutch courage to ‘indefinitely borrow’ the cool cup they were served in…
Oh, and I gave up Facebook.
I feel rather liberated this morning. I have no idea what is going on! You could all be dead from an overnight zombie apocalypse! Like a normal old-fashioned human jellybean, I won’t know until I get my fat backside off the bed, open the curtains and put the telly on.
I MIGHT NOT DO THAT UNTIL TOMORROW!!!!!!
Hmmm. If you are all dead, I will be really pissed that I’ve wasted hours redesigning this blog. We have a new look-feely and slight change of emphasis. I’m not going to worry about audience-gathering, awareness-raising etc, I’m just going to blog for me.
I am going to spend the next year looking outwards with wonder, not looking at a screen, increasingly numbed by the lack of proactive conscious effort to experience, thrive, grow.
Expect more quotes and girly shit like that, photos, a more natural hunter-gatherer approach, interspersed with the big rants. Expect the same level of swearing and irreverence but there might also be craft. CRAFT. Yeah, I might pretend I hate craft bloggers but I’m just jealous… owning it, biatches.
Facebook is a bad thing. For me anyways. The infinite scroll… I visit the loo too often as my IBS has gone awry again. I sit there staring at, frankly, fuck all. I need to refocus.
I’m working on a new mantra:
If you have to sit shitting, you could be finger-knitting!
Jill Finch, crafty blogger and IBS awareness ambassador
…it’s not quite there yet, all comments welcome.
And lastly, somewhat late to the party I appreciate, I discovered Snapchat filters. Why sit on the toilet staring at Facebook and feeling depressed about other people’s perfect lives (as edited) when I can make like a butterfly princess?
Man, that butterfly filter. I never knew I was born to be a butterfly princess, but maybe I was. I am so beautiful. I love me. I am forty-three and Facebook free!
Who needs Facebook?