Finding contentment in the middle of a pandemic

Even though I've leaped from Facebook, for the most part, there is still Instagram and the problems there... oftentimes the same as Facebook. So I've taken to casually weeding my feed so to speak. When something pops up that is negative, boasty in a long line of boastful posts, ultra narcissistic in a long line of narcissistic posts, political in a long line of political.... You get the idea. I give people lots of leeway and if I see their behaviour just trends that way and I'm over it....I'm over it.
I'm not even feeling bad about muting all that. I'm curating my feed to be enlightening, inspiring, cute, productive, hilarious, delicious, intriguing, etc. If this is my main social media connection then I'm cleaning it to suit my needs. I think of a lot of those accounts as "Junk Food Cookbooks"that aren't healthy, not worth the hassle of preparing and I will never indulge in so... outta my sight bye! ☺️
I have a lot of work to do on ME and it starts with clearing out dumb noise caused by others until I can process it from a place of non judging... which I'm working on but not quite there yet. This is me being truthful.

This is a good graphic for how it feels to be consumed by your thoughts constantly and how to observe them. I've been on both sides of this ocean and it's definitely nicer to observe them and not drown in them. So that is what I'm working on. More meditation.

Aside from online weeding it feels like real life weeding has taken it's natural course as well. I feel like at this moment in time I have released all entities that were like thorns in my foot as I tried to walk from point A to point B.

You know how you find yourself venting to your closest friend about so and so and what they did and how they treat you? Or perhaps it's just an annoying thing, a constant you have to put up with? I feel like that is gone from my life. And it is wonderful. Dare I say... This is contentment? I don't have a person to complain about and I don't feel like there are people in my world using me and not valuing me and looking down at me like a lesser than. Finding contentment in the middle of a pandemic... that is me.

In valuing myself I have surrounded myself with others who value me as well. Are you surrounded by those who value you? Is it time to do some weeding so that you are?

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