31st

I did it. I did it! I deactivated my facebook account. Finally. I have had one excuse after another, but finally I couldn't come up with another good excuse. My high school reunion is next weekend and I already know the details. Last night I found myself looking through a friend's photo album on facebook. Mind you, when I say "friend," it's a girl I went to grad school with and will probably never speak to again. I couldn't give myself a reason for looking through her photos. I have a life of my own, one that is distinctly mine, and I want to engage in it. Plus, facebook has always created insecurities in me. Is everyone else out doing something exotic and exciting? Is my life boring? Are my pictures fun enough? Who's doing what? Enough, I said. I found the deactivate button, took a deep breath, and clicked. I've been on facebook for at least 8 years. But, not today.

So, happy Halloween! I love Halloween. I love having a home and opening the door to little tiny trick or treaters (and some teenagers in last minute costumes filling up pillowcases/Walmart bags full of candy). I love living in a neighborhood where I know the families showing up at my door.

I'm off work on Friday. Going to Christmas village with the Wilson side of the family women. So much for gratitude. We're skipping from Halloween straight into Christmas.

So, I'm off of facebook, but not people.com or people magazine. One step at a time based on willingness here folks. Really, Kim Kardashian? Really, Kris whoever you are? Should've spent a little of the wedding budget on pre-marital counseling. Before Jared and I got married, the minister sat with us and went through the traditional wedding vows (which we used in our ceremony) and talked about what those words meant. I got chills at one point when he was going over the line about forsaking all others. Anyway, the gravity of those words is enormous and Reagin was trying to help us understand what we were really committing to. There's no way to really understand it, but I do understand what it means to make a promise. And sometimes keeping a promise means finding out what I really promised in the first place. There's safety in the promise and I need safety. I need a safe place to land every day. I don't claim to have a perfect marriage, but at least we made it past 72 days. Of course, their whole thing might just be about publicity and I got myself all stirred up for nothing. Who knows? I probably need to quit the People stuff. Maybe another day.