Poison and Fruit: Preface

I love social media.  I do.  But I also hate social media.

I love being able to keep up with far-away family and friends as well as those close-by.

But I’ve noticed something disturbing in the past 2 years:  I get antsy when anyone speaks in phrases longer than 140 characters.  Like BORED.  I think things like “come on… cut to the chase… chop chop.”

I don’t like this about myself!  I’ve always loved words.  I’ve always loved TALKING.   However, after using Twitter and Facebook for the past several years, I fear I’ve broken my ability to interact on an untethered level.  Ok, maybe not broken but at the very least seriously maimed.

So, I’m attempting to get back to words.  I don’t have the best track record when it comes to blogs.  I’m great at starting.  Not so great at consistency.  I’m not even sure I remember how to string sentences together for something longer than a status update… so hopefully it’s like riding a bike.

I want to muse… to think out loud… to dream without editing.

But I will use a measure of care because words kill, words give life; they’re either poison or fruit.