I’ve been intrigued by some blogs and articles about how Facebook makes people depressed because everyone else’s lives seem so perfect. I hope that no one thinks the sum of my life is reflected in two recent Facebook posts that my uncle killed a bear on our family farm in Southern Virginia and here in Northern Virginia, we are host a family of walking stick bugs. I took great comfort in the support from my friends through social media, and our blog readers, after the Navy Yard shootings. So yes, everyone knows my life isn’t perfect. But what if I could have an amazing fake workday just to post on Facebook? Here’s mine, a mixture of truth and fantasy:
4 AM: Rise to read and ponder passages of my Schofield Bible, followed by prayer.
5 AM: Polish furniture, remembering the Benedictine rule to dedicate each task to God.
6 AM: Eat breakfast with Hubby before he goes to work. Afterwards, meditate upon a maxim of St. Teresa of Avila. Today’s Maxim: Never mention anything concerning thyself which men account praiseworthy, such as learning, goodness, birth, unless with a hope of going good thereby, and then let it be done with humility, remembering that these are gifts of God.
6:30 AM: Continue reading Tozer: Mystery of the Holy Spirit.
7 AM – Noon: Catch up on business emails, blogs, and calls, including fielding several contracts with healthy offers for clients. Take a break to touch base with both daughters, Hubby, Momma and Daddy, and mother-in-law. On some days, this time slot may also include church work.
Noon: Lunch with a girlfriend at my home. I will serve tuna salad I made scooped into avocado and tomato strategically placed on Grandma’s china. Dessert will be a refreshing sorbet I made from organic berries.
1:30 PM: Iron Hubby’s shirts.
2-6 PM: Continue negotiations, make submissions, help assistant clear slush pile. Retrieve mail to find several checks but no bills or junk. Call clients. Under no circumstances will anything frivolous such as shoes be discussed.
6 PM: End of the workday. Greet Hubby and go with him to the gym. Then we get to hang out.
What would your amazing fake day look like?
Do you think people share too much information on social media? Or not enough?
Are you bothered by the images people portray on social media? What would you change?
Do you like to argue politics and religion on social media, or do you let comments that offend you pass?