
This past week, I found myself in an unexpected battle — on that oh-so-familiar platform called Facebook. Remember when Facebook was fun? You could reconnect with old friends, share family photos, play a few silly games, and laugh at your own throwback memories. Those were the good old days.
But lately, it feels more like walking through a field of landmines — one wrong word and boom — you’re defending your beliefs, your choices, and even your sense of humor.
It all started with one simple post. Then, out of the blue, came a comment that wasn’t so simple. Within minutes, the conversation took a sharp turn into accusation territory. And before I knew it, I was right back in that old familiar place — the how dare you zone. (No, those weren’t my exact words, but you get the drift.)
By nightfall, I did what any boundary-respecting adult might do: I deleted the thread and hit “block.” A small act of self-care, I told myself.
But over the next few days, I kept replaying it in my mind — the tone, the reaction, the part of me that still wants to be right instead of kind. And after sitting with it, I made a choice — not out of guilt, but out of growth. I realized I didn’t want that moment to define me.
So I chose to be the grown-up. I reached out and apologized — not because I was wrong to feel hurt, but because my reaction didn’t reflect the person I’m becoming.
In a world where anger seems louder and hate spreads faster than truth, I want to be someone who chooses compassion — even when it costs me my pride.
Did it lessen my worth? Not at all. If anything, it reminded me that love isn’t weakness — it’s strength under control.
And maybe, just maybe, Facebook could use a little more of that.
Julie Payne
So much perspective! Thank you.
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Thank you Jasmine
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