Negativity is everywhere around us these days.
People use their Facebook statuses to blast their anger at friends, family, exes, and enemies. I admit, I have done the same several times. Thinly veiled references to people I took issue with, hurling insults that anyone who knew me could probably decode.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just becoming ultra-private as I grow older, but I don’t see the point of that kind of thing anymore. I’m more aware than ever now that my Facebook account is all too public. My kids’ parents can see these statuses, and if they scroll back a few years, it’s all too easy to discover just how hateful and mean I was at times in college. I now find those statuses and comments humiliating. Of course, I could always go back and delete it all.
Why haven’t I?
Well, you can’t erase the past. Maybe I can delete some of the Internet evidence, but it’s years ago now, so I’m just going to put it all behind me. The world of Facebook can still know when I am having a bad day, but I refuse to blast my negativity anymore. The last thing I want is for the people who are in my life now- after college, in this new adult life I’m building- to see me acting like the angry, angst-ridden twenty-year-old I used to be.
I’m 24 years old, married, and a teacher. I don’t have to grow up all at once, but I’m learning life lessons as I go and I am making sure that I let those lessons shape the woman I am becoming.