In the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to set some new boundaries regarding my social media usage. I don’t know why. It might be that I’m trying to accomplish more in the evening. Maybe I’m being my usual control-freak self and imposing limits. Maybe I’m rebelling against Facebook’s attempt to encroach upon every activity.
The boundaries could exist for all sorts of reasons, but I don’t see much point in trying to pinpoint them. I have boundaries. I like them. Setting them gives me the freedom to pursue other things and to “time chunk” for a few hours in the evening.
For instance, I’ve basically stopped checking Facebook after six p.m. on weekdays. I don’t keep that boundary all the time, but it seems to be forming into something concrete. The weekends? I try to avoid Facebook altogether unless I want to be silly and check into some location or have something funny or sarcastic to say.
I don’t keep that particular boundary with Twitter, but Twitter has a different purpose than Facebook. Twitter is my conversational tool. I use it in much the same way that I text except that I share links from my blog and other places.
Email always has had its boundaries. I set them long ago, but I might re-evaluate them. I’m beginning to wonder if I need to set stricter boundaries for email. Maybe I need to borrow a page from Patrick Rhone and only check email twice per day during certain hours. In a way, office hours for email.
Writing all this has made me realize exactly why I’m setting boundaries. I need control. I feel as though I’m out of control and not accomplishing much of anything. The only way I know how to start accomplishing something is to exert some control, to say enough is enough, to take back what time I can.