Those of you who know me personally already know that as a weird super-private introvert I entered into the world of social media sort of kicking and screaming a little. Ok, a lot. I've dipped my toes slowly and cautiously into each new thing I've tried, squinting, covering my eyes . . . only to eventually wonder why I made such a big deal out of it in the first place. Well, sort of.
I haven't exactly been out there looking for new media to share on - but it had started to feel like all these things I'm doing are just floating around by themselves randomly in space, unrelated, just doing their own things. What I needed was a magnet to pull them all together into one neat and tidy place. Well, duh.
When discussing Twitter with friends who'd known me for a long time, I'd noticed that when I joked, "I'm pretty sure I'm physically incapable of expressing myself in 140 characters or less" they never argued that point, rather, thoughtfully and contemplatively agreed with the statement. They already know my challenges: it's hard enough for me that my arms waving all over the place while I talk is not translatable to the written word.
I came to this decision last week when I was really pretty sick, so there's a chance this whole thing could all just be the fever talking - but while we're still here floating on the lingering fumes of my homemade holistic cold and flu remedies why don't you join me out there in Twitterland and let's see how this thing works.
You'll notice the little birdie above shows up as a link in my sidebar: click it to find me there!
And really. As if there has ever been any question as to where those boxes of ugly old Christmas sweaters go when they die? You always knew it was true; my weird little drawing just confirms that fact.