The Only Thing Better than an Hour of Tennis is Two Hours of Tennis


The Facebook, G+ and Twitter fast is going better than I’d ever imagined. I have seen a drop off of readership here and I’m sorry about that but I try to tell myself that at some point my friends will think, “I haven’t heard from Jessica in a while. Maybe I should check her blog.” Or maybe not. Maybe I’m missable. That’s okay with me too.

I had a tennis match at 9 this morning and typically you have 90 minutes on the court before someone gives you the boot. Sometimes that’s frustrating, sometimes 90 minutes is more than enough time to humiliate yourself. This morning I had a match with an actress. The pro had told me she was an actress and he’d also told me that he expected her to win the ladies 3.5 singles tourney (in which I’m competing). Actresses are my least favorite people, they’re sort of like bloggers with body dysmorphia thrown in and have a habit of actress avoidance.

The actress was very unactressy and that was just the beginning of a mostly perfect day. Of course she was tall and thin and she sort of lept across the court and she even beat me (but I really don’t think that will happen again). She was really nice, really fun to play tennis with (we were stuck at deuce a zillion times) and when we stopped to chat and catch our breaths she was really insightful and curious. So when I got a text that my 11am meeting was pushed to 11.15 and it was 10.40 and 4-2 I was thrilled to be able to finish the second set. Of course it was a 55 degree morning and my arthritis hates the cold so it was absolute kismet that I would have a 1.45 acupuncture appointment.

Is there any cliche I haven’t become?

From tennis there was a meeting with Glass Elevator and every so often I pinch myself because I realize that I’m working with women who are bright and creative and articulate and I’ve somehow fooled them into taking me along for the ride. We are SoClose to being able to share an exciting new project with the world that will have you laughing and loving the way we communicate.

And to round out the perfection it’s my husband’s first night away. I love that man but I love the first night he’s gone. I’m going to sleep diagonal after watching Downton Abbey or some other estrofest and in addition to not having put on any makeup I haven’t brushed my hair nor do I plan on it. That first night away is good for both of us. The second night I really miss him and the third night is downright lonely. The fourth night is miserable and I usually start inviting people for dinner and I’m thrilled to say that this time there will be no fifth night. He’ll be home for Super Bowl.

Which reminds me of my own pending travel and the fact that I’ve booked airline tickets for myself and my son but not Mr. G. His new work schedule has been so awful that we are doubting that he’ll come along for spring break so rather than buying and not using a ticket we’ve decided to roll the dice and if he can join us he will. Jane will be in London and Alexander and I will return to Amelia Island with a friend of his. It’s our first time doing anything like this and I see it as a sign of marital strength even though it has me feeling lonely and overwhelmed in advance.

2013 will be the year of independence. Unwanted independence for both of us. I’m not worried about if we can do it. I’m just a little pissy that we have to.





Blogging used to be this sort of short form brain dump. My old site had posts that were three sentences long next to posts that were a thousand words. Not every bit of content was a treasure but it was real content and it was compelling even if only for that moment in time.

I remember sitting in meetings with men who created media, real media, expensive media and they’d ask me how I built my audience and I’d look them right in the eye and say, “I’m honest.”

Well, these days I’m still honest. I’m honestly burnt out and it’s my own doing. I’ve fractured my days and devoted time to Facebook  to G+ and to twitter. Then I’ve taken what’s left over and put it here. Which means that here suffers and the content I’m creating is neither fresh nor interesting.

There are a lot of problems with overusing social media and one of them is a lack of real life conversation. I want to be with my girlfriends and be able to talk about what happened without them saying “Oh I know I saw that on Facebook.” I want to be more interested in what they have to tell me because I haven’t already read their thoughts on Facebook. I love Tony’s snark on Facebook but I really really miss texting with him and I miss our phone calls. I’ll have to settle for thrice yearly visits because our husbands don’t love us enough to buy us airplanes.

I’ve been frustrated with blogging lately. I’ve felt like I’ve been doing too much writing but if you look here the content doesn’t show that story. Sadly the content is living everywhere but here and I need to remedy that. I’m not going to walk away from social networks forever but I am going to take a hiatus, much like the way my friend Sean Percival did from his iPhone.

I’m ready for a 30 day hiatus. During the 30 days I’ll figure out how I want to reenter social networks and define them so that they work for me. Currently I feel like I’m working for them.

So beginning on Sunday, January 27 I’ll be on hiatus from Facebook, G+ and Twitter for 30 days. To prepare for my hiatus I’ll do the following:

  • Remove Facebook, G+ and Twitter apps from my iPhone, Windows Phone, Surface and iPad
  • Remove text and email notifications from all all three services
  • Post this as a note on Facebook

For the FTG (Facebook, Twitter, G+) Free 30 days I will use some social networks. I’ll use Instagram but I won’t cross post. Instagram has never really interrupted my life. I may use twitter or Facebook to comment on other people’s blogs when livefyre or disqus requires a login however if it’s only Facebook commenting then I’ll use it but not post the comment to my Facebook page. In addition I may like Facebook comments here because… well I love it when you guys comment and if I can respond or like your comments I assume you’ll enjoy that bit of interaction. I’ll continue popping over to Linked In because that’s dull and dry and there isn’t a chance in the world that it’ll interrupt my life.

I guess Facebook has made itself inescapable.

This is a hiatus not an ending. It’s not a 100% vacation because that would be an untenable position for a blogger to be in. But I am preparing to spend more time writing here and less time creating content for other people. I’m preparing to have more phone calls with y’all and more text messages and less DM’s.

The only thing I know about this odd hiatus is that I’m prepared to be surprised. I hope y’all can bear with me. Now I’m going to publish this quickly and without editing because if just one of you reads this then I can’t back out.