I woke to the news that Pete Seeger passed last night.
As a child who's formative years were in the 1970's I grew up listening to Pete Seeger on vinyl. His music for children evokes some of the warmest childhood feels I have.
I remember listening to his records while swinging in the hammock my dad had up in the living room.
This song in particular was one of my favorites to sing with my dad. He would play his guitar and we would sing together acting out the parts (jump, tip toe, roll along)
Thank you Mr. Seeger for all the wonderful music you gave us. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zp9ePiLMAhY
I've gone into a modified cyber hibernation again. I do this every once in a while to clear my head and get my soul straight.
I've put Twitter, Instagram & Facebook on lock down. It's going to be a while till I post on any of them again.
Not to get too deep and lola granola but really who gives a fuck? Who truly, honestly cares about the shit I spew forth in a rapid fire fashion every day? I'm not asking who cares about me as a person, I'm asking does anyone really care about all the updates and pictures I post?
I can guarantee you they do not. Likewise I'm not really sure I care about the part your kid got in the school play or to peruse your photos of your last family vacation.
So why bother?
We as humans are so involved with our own lives and our own shit that when you disappear hardly anyone notices.
Social Media is the perfect platform to indulge our highly narcissistic ways. Let me talk about me and tell you what I think about what you are doing.
I understand that we all desperately want to matter. We want to count, we want to be noticed. I do too. Believe me. Trying so hard to remain relevant and fun gets exhausting though.
I realize my life just ain't that exciting and nobody really gives a shit if I'm at school dropping off the kids or if I killed it at Boot Camp today. Nobody wants to hear that we are home with the flu or that we are off to Disney World.
People are just too involved with their own stuff to care if I'm there or if I'm gone. It has been over 48 hours since my last post and I GUARANTEE you, I am not missed. My contact info is in my profile. Both my email and my phone number. Everyone who knows me knows my husband. I will be totally shocked if anyone tries to check in on me. (and not because they have read this but truly because they miss me)
Don't think these words are coming from self pity or depression. They aren't. They are simply facts to be accepted the same way you would accept my telling you that I am not a natural blonde.
Without my social media "friends" I will be in silence most of the day. I do not have people I talk to on the phone, do not have friends that I text daily. Aside from the throw away polite conversations I have at school and at boot camp I do not talk to people. I look forward to this solitude.
I will be changing my routines. Getting up before the sun to get to an early boot camp each morning. There is something very rewarding at being done with a daily workout before the rest of the world has even brushed their teeth.
I will not spend as much of my day on the computer or checking my phone as I did before. There is no need.
I will be reading books, training for my upcoming kettlebell certification and then competition. I will be applying for and studying like a fiend to pass my personal trainer certificate course.
I will be rewriting my business plan for my company and hunting down a new commercial kitchen to work from. I will be focusing back on my Disney Vlogs & getting them out there again. I will be inspired by myself daily, finding validation and encouragement from me alone, not worrying about being cool or thinking of something funny to say.
Will I have moments that I want to share? Sure I will, LOTS of them. We are leaving for Disney World in 16 days. It will be odd not posting one status update, not foursquaring my location, not posting hundreds of photos from the parks. It will be strange not checking Facebook on the bus ride back to the hotel. I think that I will survive though.
Funny. As I'm typing this blog I got this email from Facebook.