{thanksful: 12 – social media sabbatical}

The night before the election, I flung myself out of bed at 2 a.m., and stood next to the bed, panting, sure someone had shouted my name. Nope. I haven’t slept well since then, and I am taking Valerian tea and hops and all the good herbal remedies. I may have to step up my pharmaceuticals, which distresses me; I’m one of those people who falls asleep after taking Advil… except when I have insomnia.

My weekly Twitter Sabbath means I get off Twitter Friday night, and come back Sunday night. This week especially I’m going to try and uncouple from social media for twenty-four hours, get a deep night’s sleep, take a walk, eat vegetables and drink sufficient water. My Sabbath means that when I am tired, I will try and sleep – and not do that busy-mind thing of putting it off to mess about on Twitter.

I’m so grateful for the weekend, not just this weekend, but every weekend. I’m grateful for my Sabbath and my sabbatical from talking about or thinking about certain things. I don’t even want to go to church this weekend – just spend time with trees and water and possibly some wriggly little people who don’t know anything but to be artless and full of their own concerns.

Find some quiet, kid time yourself this weekend. Turn off the electronics. Nothing has to be done all the time; give yourself a break.

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