When I started thinking about life in facebook posts, (as in, “Oh, I’ll say…”) I felt a little worried.
It’s gross to always be broadcasting.
For a w hile I decided if I wanted to post a status, I actually had enough to say in a blog post– and I did.
Now I’ve been cutting way back on online time again– ‘Living Locally’– and I feel the shift happening again: I want to write.
But I want to write a letter, pass a note– sign your yearbook– not shout in a megaphone.
It feels beautiful to write out compact thoughts, to explore and give value and time to snippets.
And it’s true: There’s a whole blog post or poem or letter in a tiny tweet.
Evidence: This one is written on two sides of a recipe card.