Remind us our days are all numbered, not spent

Fair. I have officially broken all of my New Years resolutions except my vow to turn off the radio (more on that in a later post). Internet, I have not worked out three times per week, I have not been practicing mindfulness and I sure as heck have not kept to a regular editorial calendar. For the past two weeks, family, work, tutoring and freelance deadlines have taken priority over writing and social media work. Excluding writing, at my last count I had clocked around 125 work hours over those 14 days.

Each night afterwards, I parked myself on the couch and did not move until bed time. Social media has afforded me the chance to stay in contact with family members from parts abroad and friends I miss. In some ways, the immediacy of Twitter and Facebook makes that feeling more difficult, as you can see what that person is doing without actually being able to physically hang out.

During trips and ventures abroad, social media allows you to keep in contact with your friends at home. However, that amount of distance complicates the most special aspect of social media -- the need to connect in person to cement a relationship. It's very easy to change your wording and appearance online, but it takes a different set of skills to connect offline.

Recently, I have also stayed off social media because I'm tired and I don't anything interesting or positive to say. I've been marathoning episodes of Psych after work, so my pop culture references are pretty limited. As for blogging, I've started and deleted quite a few posts over the past couple weeks, but I aim to change that trend.

Title comes from "Bleeding Out" by The Lone Bellow. This line has been stuck in my head for three out of the last five days.