Kelly! I am trying to reach you! I worked at meta and you took our family photos. (We are a two mom family in seattle). I am so proud of everything you're doing and we would be honored to have you take our updated family photos. Contact me!! Cpeterson@hotmail.com
My world might feel a lot smaller at first, but I sense it will eventually expand, like exhausted lungs finally taking a full breath. There is so much power in your raw and ragged words. Thank you for being a voice of courage in such a time of moral collapse. With every word you write, my tired lungs and heart expand a little more. Keep speaking truth, Kelly.
It’s never too late to return to the integrity of human-first values. Yes, these desperate and angry eyes of a mother are a consequence of our collective loss of those values. The Facebook corporate entity was born from an algorithm that appropriated (without permission) people’s academic photos, teaching others the thrill of discarding half the humans in them as ‘not’ the hottest.
I worked at Facebook too and still marvel—sometimes with disbelief—that I ever thought, even for a moment, that anything good could persevere from something born of such divisiveness.
I deleted IG from my homescreen after the election when I realized that not only had IG made me feel as if I was living in a bubble (yet again) but that all it did honestly was raise my blood pressure and play on my fears. After I deleted it from my homepage (can't yet get myself to fully delete it) I told myself that every time I picked up my phone and wanted to open the app, I would instead pick up my book/Kindle. Since I did that, I read 8 books! The further I get away from using the app, the calmer I feel. The less triggered I feel by the news of the world. The more centered I feel in the things that are in front of me. My family. My job. My friends. My *actual* world.
It's hard to step away, but welcome to the resistance friend.
Kelly! I am trying to reach you! I worked at meta and you took our family photos. (We are a two mom family in seattle). I am so proud of everything you're doing and we would be honored to have you take our updated family photos. Contact me!! Cpeterson@hotmail.com
With you 100% on this. It's wild not having Facebook any longer. I'm here if you want to talk like the old days, on phones. :) I support you.
Thank you for sharing this perspective! I'm with you.
My world might feel a lot smaller at first, but I sense it will eventually expand, like exhausted lungs finally taking a full breath. There is so much power in your raw and ragged words. Thank you for being a voice of courage in such a time of moral collapse. With every word you write, my tired lungs and heart expand a little more. Keep speaking truth, Kelly.
It’s never too late to return to the integrity of human-first values. Yes, these desperate and angry eyes of a mother are a consequence of our collective loss of those values. The Facebook corporate entity was born from an algorithm that appropriated (without permission) people’s academic photos, teaching others the thrill of discarding half the humans in them as ‘not’ the hottest.
I worked at Facebook too and still marvel—sometimes with disbelief—that I ever thought, even for a moment, that anything good could persevere from something born of such divisiveness.
Thank you, Ruth!!! I am sorry that we have a shared experience, and grateful too. Your words are beautiful.
I deleted IG from my homescreen after the election when I realized that not only had IG made me feel as if I was living in a bubble (yet again) but that all it did honestly was raise my blood pressure and play on my fears. After I deleted it from my homepage (can't yet get myself to fully delete it) I told myself that every time I picked up my phone and wanted to open the app, I would instead pick up my book/Kindle. Since I did that, I read 8 books! The further I get away from using the app, the calmer I feel. The less triggered I feel by the news of the world. The more centered I feel in the things that are in front of me. My family. My job. My friends. My *actual* world.
It's hard to step away, but welcome to the resistance friend.