I stupidly fired up the old Twitter app this morning and got involved in a thread (reading not tweeting) about how a certain newly-elected Latina congresswoman used the wrong word when referring to the different parts of the federal government. Suffice it to say that a lot of people are just awful.
I allowed myself to get stressed out before getting out of bed. Why do I subject myself to this abuse? I lived for 38 years with no Twitter. I’m sure I could go another 38 without it.
To try and negate the bad energy, I posted this uplifting quote.
One tweet from me won’t change the world, but maybe one person will see it and offer kindness to someone they meet. That person may pass it on to someone else. That would indeed be something.
In a future post, I’ll make a list of things to do instead of browsing Twitter when you just can’t bring yourself to put down the smartphone.