Yesterday, I stuck to my guns with my new rule of only checking Facebook and Instagram twice a day. I’m not a big Twitter user, so that one’s a little easier to get under control.
Like many people, I have a love/hate relationship with social media. I love checking in to see how family and friends are doing. I love posting funny things that I find or that happen in my life. I love seeing what’s going in on in the storytelling world and as someone who’s immersed in this industry personally and professionally, Facebook is, without a doubt, the go-to.
Quite often when I talk to my Dad on the phone, I’m doing my dishes. I know how unbelievably loud that can be, so I either have the water on low and I try to move the dishes quietly or I put him on mute at points during our call. The latter means I’m constantly wiping my hands off to turn the mute button back so he can hear me, which I’ll admit is a little ridiculous.
After living in New York City for almost (gulp) 19 years, one of the things that I love is bumping into people I know or haven’t seen in a while in any number of places. At a show, on the subway platform, on the street, you name it. It should be noted that the only place this rarely happens is in Times Square because locals avoid it like the plague.
Sometimes it’s easier to say no to someone you don’t know than someone you do know. Makes sense. There are no stakes involved when you tell a customer service person or a salesperson that you don’t like something. They’re used to hearing no and you probably won’t hurt their feelings. Plus, you may never see or speak to them again.
I’ve taken a fair number of yoga classes in my life and have seen all kinds of instructors. Last week was the close talker, which I understand will happen when they’re teaching, but she did this before class started. It was a packed class, so as she got closer and closer to my face, I felt trapped. I had nowhere to go. Luckily, she didn’t have coffee breath.
I hate to cancel on anyone. If I do it, it’s usually for good reason and I’m honest about it. If I have to reschedule more than once, I do my best not to. Even though people are generally pretty understanding, I still try to work it out no matter how busy I am, especially if it’s a new person that I’m trying to meet up with.
About a month ago, the Wienermobile was in the news because they were looking for the next round of Wienermobile drivers aka Hotdoggers. As a former Hotdogger, friends posted this news from various media outlets all over my Facebook wall and I loved it. I also get a lot of ice cream news posted on my wall, which is very sweet (pun intended).