It all started this winter when I started unsubscribing from email lists. I didn’t plan it, it just felt right. It became a bit addicting ~ with every email I’d receive I’d go to the bottom of the page and joyfully click “unsubscribe.” It felt similar to the physical purging I engaged in when decluttering and clearing out my house ~ just getting rid of all the stuff that didn’t FEEL GOOD anymore.
Then two months ago I stopped visiting Facebook and unsubscribed from all their notifications. This was also around the time that I decided to recommit myself to making my husband my leading man again. Coincidence? Probably not. It wasn’t a conscious decision to “pay more attention to my husband than the internet,” but that’s certainly what ended up happening.