A World Without Facebook... for a weekend.

Just like everyone says on a cold, Monday morning: the weekend went by too fast.

But I somehow managed to survive the weekend without one single thought about Facebook! Our separation has gone from wants and desires of clicking that infamous icon to "I can do this life without you!"

I kept myself busy. And I will refer back to my previous post about comparing giving up Facebook as a relationship breakup: It seems when people break up, they make every effort they can (or their friends can) to distract from missing someone. In my case, something. Although I kept myself very busy, I deny this had anything to do with avoiding temptation to log into Facebook.

My weekend was well spent meeting with the Twirling Troupe's director to go over plans for the next few weeks, shopping with the sister-in-law, practicing the twirling and grading desktop publishing assignments.

I can happily tell you Facebook did not haunt me everywhere I went. It did not haunt me anywhere I went.

I spent my weekend in a world where Facebook didn't exist; I spent it in a world with people closest to my heart. My Facebook App sat neatly on my dashboard with a dwindling shimmer and awe.

Smooth Sailing on Day 2

Maybe it was because I was super busy at work. Maybe it was because I realized I've gone 1 week without Facebook before (Jamaican Honeymoon last June, you wouldn't have been on Facebook either!). Maybe it was because Facebook's novelty is just wearing off for me.

Ok, it may have been smooth sailing but I think I thought about Facebook more than my dogs and husband (sorry!). Like I mentioned above, I avoided Facebook while I was in Jamaica. Though I don't think that counts. C'mon. It was Jamaica. It was my honeymoon. Definitely didn't care about Facebook.

Yesterday felt like Facebook and I broke up. I think we've all been in a relationship where you could sense and end was coming. The words, "I think we should see other people," are held off until the very last bearable moment. Even though you saw the breakup coming, the days that follow you still find yourself thinking about the now-ex. You still find yourself wanting to pick up the phone and call or text. There's a feeling that keeps pulling at your heart strings that makes you long to just have some sort of contact with the person.

But you fight through it. Little by little it starts getting easier.  "A Little Bit Stronger" by Sara Evans pops into my head.

I know in 30-something days I will see Facebook again. I am longing for it's "Top News" and "Recent News," it's mobile uploading, it's link posting, it's feeling of belonging.

Facebook we will meet again. I miss you. I am not the changed person I hoped to become... yet.

But then I ponder: Will Facebook's absence in my life for 40 days change me? Or will I pick up right where I left off?