I parted ways with my personal Facebook account this week.  It's been a tumultuous relationship from the start, but I finally decided it was time to call it quits.

Which is odd, because I was having a great week. The floors in my restaurant got varnished, and they look beautiful (tomorrow, I get to move in all my furniture).  I also cut, sanded, and varnished 200 of the 400 wooden bricks that I have to make for my "Wall of Support" in the restaurant; they're stunning.  I got to play a show in Chicago on Thursday night that was packed and lots of fun.  I even found time to model in a photoshoot for my friend's clothing line. 

The world felt nice. 

Enter Facebook.  The trolling started again this week.  Some guy just unloaded on my restaurant.  (An aside: doesn't it seem like people write far worse things on-line than they could ever say to your face?)  And his miserable words are still ringing in my ears.

I know, I know.  I need thicker skin.  I need to ignore bullies. I need to realize that those comments are out of my control. I know.

But knowing and feeling are two very different things. And my feeling right now is that I don't have the energy or time to do the emotional work needed to confront this issue.

So I walked away.  And truly, the freedom I feel--knowing I'm not opening my phone to regular verbal attacks--is worth the sacrifice I'll make not seeing the photos of my friends' kids

Who knows...maybe I'll start seeing their kids more in real life.

Reader, if there's something or somebody in your life that's doing more harm than good, it's a damn nice thing to leave it behind.  You don't need to burn the bridge. You don't need to cut ties for good.  But you can walk away.  The result of is that you have more room in your heart and mind for the good stuff.

Like gorgeous restored maple floors.

With that, I'm off to have a troll-free week, and I wish you the same.  See you next Sunday. -Em