Step Back For A Week

Spring break is coming up in a week and a half.

A week and a half.

And I'm actually excited to go home. Tie up the strings of this quarter at school and just leave for a week.

Because though my dorm room is already pretty clean, I think it may be time for some emotional spring cleaning, too.

I'm in one of those places right now where things are necessarily going right, and I don't really have anything to be super happy about, but I'm content. I don't mind when the things go wrong because I can shrug them all off, and sometimes it's the little things like a chocolate chip muffin and caramel latte at noon that can make a day.

A snack... or my lunch? WHO KNOWS.

Sure, my emotional state will appreciate being at home and by myself... playing with my dog, spending time with my xbox parents (hi mom and dad), and maybe teaching myself how to sew, but I guess I don't really need it. 

Yet I am watching so many people around me in my life who do need it, and I hope for their sake that they take the chances to hang out at home, the chances to isolate themselves and be selfish for once, the chances to figure out what in their lives is and isn't making them happy and get rid of the things that are keeping them from being content.

So often, social media does nothing but indulge unhappiness. Something frustrating you? Blog passively about it. Tweet your rants. Look for other people with the same unhappiness, and commiserate with them. You will feel better.

That feeling doesn't last; it's like a drug. Hitting the send button feels so good, but once it's sent the feelings behind it are still there, and actually stronger than before. 

If you learn to let things go, you won't have anything to tweet about or any topic on which to blog. You will be content, and happy with the way things that are going, and you won't feel the need to constantly poison yourself with the knowledge that both you and the internet are aware of your acute unhappiness.

Does that really seem so bad?

If you prefer to love too much rather than not at all, go for it. Love. But actually love. And if something doesn't qualify as love, let it go.

Too many knuckles are turning white from holding on to dust bunnies.

It's spring cleaning; let them go.