So on this Passover and Easter weekend (we celebrate both in my family), I’m thinking about God a lot, and about how what I’m doing on social media isn’t working to serve him/her. Way back when, when I first started blogging (some of which is captured in my book, Food for My Daughters), I got 30,000 page views a month (with no promotion) and it would take me an hour a day to respond to all the emails I received asking for help, mostly about growing food for those in need (which frankly, is all of us). I felt like God spoke to me through email each day, and that I was truly doing God’s work. I showed up all over the place (mostly with my friend, Bob) and dug in literally and figuratively. It was good.
After a few years of that, Facebook got big, and then Twitter, and finally Instagram. I jumped on board all of them, hoping it would help me amplify what I was writing and reach more people to do more good, but what actually happened was my impact was increasingly reduced. I was working harder, donating more of my nonrenewable resource of time, and getting really, frankly, nowhere. Finally, about a month ago (right after I came back from Los Angeles), I stopped cold turkey on Instagram, and this weekend (after Traveling at the Speed of Bike in Boston and New York City), I stopped posting new content on Twitter as well (except for my Traveling at the Speed of Bike daily newspaper, which publishes automatically). Starting right now, this moment, I’m posting on Facebook just once or twice a week.
I will most likely keep these accounts open and tap in once a day or so to see the great work others are doing (and they are), but, if you want to know the truth, I know for sure that God is not talking to me there and I am being called to focus time and energy elsewhere. Where, I don’t yet know. But here we go.
As always, I trust the journey.