Back in the day
Sunday was “the day of rest”.
Farmers came in from the fields, stores closed, and people flocked to church for worship and fellowship.
We kinda do around my house too..
…only it consists of staying in your jammies until noon and saying hi to God from the Temple of Front Step.
Hey, we don’t anything else like normal people, why should this be any different?
And there’s one other thing I’ve noticed about me.
But Sunday…I am over it.
But over it I mean this Social Media junkie has no desire to do anything along of the lines of Faceboo, blogs,. Twitter. Even Sunday blog giveaways don’t entice me any moe.
By Sunday I have no desire to blog, write, FB, Tweet, P.R, Hotmail, email, chat, post, write, research, comment, word verify, follow, laugh, cajole, comiserate, relate, or even a tiny bit of Mister Linky.
And I certainly don’t give a rats behind where I rank on Technorati (like, I even have a rank) or what my Sitemeter says.
I am tapped. Toast. Drained, Depleted.
Outta Social Media “gas”.
Heck, by Sunday I don’t even feel like recycling….
..but that’s a whole nother segement of Oprah.
I am D.O.N.E.
But maybe that’s the way it should be.
Give myself/ourselves time to decompress, unplug, feel the sun and smell the flowers.
SO, I hereby declare a challenge.
From now on…I declare Sunday’s NSMS.
No Social Media Sundays.
Step aawwwayyy from the computer.
I’ll start now..after I finish this post…even though it’s Sunday.
I will I swear.
If you want too to, that would be cool.
But it’s not like I’d know..cuz. I