7 days later...

It has been 7 days since I indefinitely deactivated my Facebook, and I couldn't be more at peace about taking a break from the numerous status updates, engagement announcements, relationship changes, notifications, event invites, etc.

As sad as it may seem, I find myself sitting in my room at times when I would normally be on Facebook and wondering what in the world I should do with all of my extra time.

A few things I am doing:

• Devotions (I am determined to do this whole One Year Bible thing)
• Focusing more on intentionality in my friendships
• Homework (Say whaaaatttt?!?! Yep, you heard me right)
• Keeping up-to-date on current events
• Training for a 5k
• Embracing the opportunities found in each and every day

The first few Facebook-less days were quite a challenge for me. I found myself opening my computer and immediately typing "www.facebook.com" It was ridiculous and somewhat disgusting how I was in a sort of auto-pilot--automatically going to Facebook before doing anything else on my computer. I never fully realized how much my life revolved around that online social network until now.

*raises invisible glass*

So here's to living my life outside of Facebook.

yep, i did it.

uncertainties.

I've been on campus for 5 days.

I was already completely exhausted by the first day of classes.

Since returning to campus, my nights have consisted of very little sleep. Not that I don't TRY to sleep. I just can't. If I could pick one word to describe my feelings the past few days, it would be restless.

My RA application is due in 9 days, but I have yet to start it. Every time that I sit down to work on the essays, I am completely overcome by fear. I absolutely hate the unknown. It scares the bajeebies out of me! I think this has been the cause of my inability to sleep.

Now that I have been a Negative Nancy, let me tell you something: God is faithful.

Yesterday I hit a low point. By the time 10pm rolled around, I was completely drained--I had nothing left to offer. After our little Welcome Back Bash for Westside, I went to my room. Once I shut my door, I began to cry. I needed rest.

Still crying, I fell into my bed, and the only prayer that I could muster up was:

"God, I need you. I'm exhausted."

Though I didn't have enough energy to form anything close to an eloquent prayer, God still heard me. I slept like a rock! God is good :)

Today's happy thoughts:

- I'm alive.

- I got 7 solid hours of sleep last night.

- McConn had my favorite fresh brew: Black Label.

"In the new year, I will live one day at a time. I will make each day one of preparation for better things ahead. I will not dwell on the past or the future, only on the present. I will bury every fear of the future, all thoughts of unkindness and bitterness, all my dislikes, my resentments, my sense of failure, my disappointments in others and in myself, my gloom and my despondency. I will leave all these things buried and go forward..."

[Taken from: Twenty-four Hours a Day]