When I gave up social media for February and March, the first thing I felt was relief. I was reminded of my own limitations, and it felt good to realize them, and to respect them, rather than continue to ignore them or pretend they didn’t matter.
For instance, my attention span is limited. My ability to stay awake is also limited. The amount of food I can eat, without beginning to feel terrible, is limited. I literally only take up five feet and four inches of vertical space, and it’s been good for me to remember just where my fingertips end. I was never meant to carry the weight of all the world’s causes and cares. I’m not meant to have meaningful relationships with nearly one-thousand people. I don’t need to know what’s going on in every corner of every continent every single second, because ninety-eight percent of the time, I can’t do anything about it.
(Read the rest of this post over at Foundling House.)
