Facebook was my Crack. WAS. And thus a new journey begins.

I fucking hope.

Plainly, I know I am the exact personality type that the invasive advertisers and pollsters and criminals can prey upon.  Today, I begin the process of weaning off of the fb platform.

It is just like kicking any other addiction...I've phrased wonderful posts, taken great pics, started a project I'd love to share, but I am forcing myself to resist...reprogram...and relax.

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EDITOR'S NOTE on May 28, 2019:  I wrote this post sometime in the past two years...and have tried three times to delete the Steve Bannon infected facebooks...down to one account with 200 "friends" from five with over 3,000 combined at the peak of my Internet Infamy.  Basically have it down to checking once a week, and only reposting from Twitter or Instagram.

BABY STEPS to reprogramming neuro-pathways and onto more basic goals, like becoming an Old Lady Ski Bum.

And that's where this story picks up today. 

The new me in two pics:

So, how I morphed from teacher to budtender to seasonal grunt in the High Rockies, in the craziest time to be an 'Murican is where Storyteller Kitty begins.  It's the journey, fuckers, and the lessons therin.  Finding the truth in the middle while keeping a damn smile on your face is what the main thing is, now. 

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