Day one


Alrighty then. Well I made it. Today was the first time in a feck of a long time that the first thing I DIDN’T do, when I crawled out of bed, was check FB. My logic for this has always been, to check-in on what my family and friends were doing, half a world away. I gotta say, my day went way more smoothly. One thing I noticed, by not checking in on the FB world, is that I didn’t carry any ‘Facebook weight’ in my head. Do you know what I’m talking about? You click on FB, to see what your friends are doing, then you see a status, or a comment, that annoys the fuck out of you. Suddenly that thought occupies prime-time real-estate in your head and it bugs you. Today, I had none of that. I gotta be honest though, on day one, I still have no idea of where this personal quest of mine, this YIFOF is going to lead. All I can say is (insert phoney spiritual voice here,) I know it’s my path and I know its the right thing to to.

I just recently read a really cool self-help book…don’t groan, hear me out. It’s called “You are a Badass” by Jen Sincero. I’ve read a few self help books in my time. While some are half-assed hokery, this is the real deal and Sincero writes in such a way that you’re guffawing out loud, nodding your head in agreement and wishing you could buy her coffee. Oh, and she drops the F-bomb plenty, which in my book makes her a stand-up dame. Plus she tell you you can achieve anything, that you are a badass. After finishing day one, I gotta tell you, I feel that it’s true.

Day three


Yo yo yo.
Well it’s still early days for me and this whole blog shizness. I still haven’t figured out how to properly navigate this blogosphere, and it is still the beginning of my YIFOF journey, but on my third day of abstaining from social media I gotta say, I’m feeling pretty damn smug. And what I’ve noticed, is that the Facebook Fog is lifting. Instead of checking FB constantly, with all the regularity of someone with a nervous tick, instead I’ve been getting shit done. Which, for me is no mean feat, cos if there is one thing I do well, its procrastination. For example, today instead of mindless surfing the net, I cleaned the fuck out of my office. Let me explain. My office is a scarey place. Piled high with books and dust (there are no dust bunnies, instead I’ve got dust sasquatches, the fuckers are so huge) it’s not exactly conducive to work. So today, the Sasquatches got decimated and books were returned to shelves. In doing so I noticed a couple of things. Man, I’ve got a fuck of a lot of books and two, I’ve got a TON of books that are cool. Not only are my shelves stacked with mighty literature that is worthy of sinking my teeth into, but I also have a shitload of books that are brimming with life enhancing skills. Guitar books (for the guitar I still have yet to play),super cool books on writing books…for that novel that still eludes me, crochet, painting, learning to use my camera…I could go on, but I think you get the picture. And you know what, it’s pretty fucking exciting! If I take all the time that I fritter and put it to good use, who knows where it will lead.
Above is a cool link to a fun graphic. Check ‘er out.

I did it.


Well, it won’t seem very monumental to most. It won’t be on tonight’s news, or make headlines around the world. But for me, deactivating my Facebook account is a big deal. I don’t have anything against Facebook itself, quite the fecking contrary. I love going on there and seeing what people are up to. A few years ago, when I first started using its website, I thought it was the shizness, being able to keep in contact with people I hadn’t seen for years. But now, with the advent of smartphones and easier access to technology, I gotta admit, I check facebook more than I pick my nose (and I do the latter with more regularity than is readily admitable in public). So instead of enhancing my life, it’s impeding it. It means I get feck all done and that’s bollocks, cos how much time do we have after all? So for one year, I’m fucking off Facebook. I want to see if I can do all the things I wanna do, say I’m gonna do, but never actually do because I’m too fecking busy. I deactivated my account 16 minutes ago…time to put my money where my mouth is. Now that’s done, I’m off to pick my nose.