What happens when you stop paying attention? You get old.

It has come to my attention that I've fallen behind in the social media game. I feel like I fell asleep and suddenly there were 13 thousand new apps and tweets and hashtags and slipslaps and I have no idea how to use any of it.

I swear I was on top of things a year ago. I was the cool kid with the apps and the know-how. Now suddenly I'm a grandma trying to keep up, trying to stay "hip to the jive" with the whippersnappers.

So now I'm playing catch-up. Trying to do ALL the THINGS. But there's so much to remember!!! @this, retweet that, insta-snap-follow the other thing.

Social Grandma Goals:

1. Figure out Twitter
2. Actually use Instagram
3. Write more

I have a Twitter account. I've had it for a couple of years. I do not use my Twitter account. 

Somehow, tweeting has always baffled me for the same reason that Facebook statuses can be weird. Why does anyone care about the sandwich I had for lunch? Do they really need to know that random thought I just had? It always seemed to me that my weird musings were left inside my head for a reason. 

But Goal Number 1 means sharing those thoughts, ideas, and nonsense with the world for better or worse. And hashtags. Figure out hashtags. (Goal 1-a).

I have a friend who works (and lives) in social media. When we have brunch, she starts in with "Our goal is to Insta 3 things today!" before I've even gotten to my eggs (I said scrambled, not over easy). 

Goal Number 2 is be like her. I will take and edit and hipster-ify photos until I'm blue in the face. Or just sick of holding my phone out like a lost tourist.

Writing is something I've always enjoyed, but was never sure I was any good at it. I've started and abandoned countless diaries and blogs. I was part of "poetry club" in middle school. When I started working after grad school, writing for fun or for soul took a backseat to writing for my job, and that's sad. 

But that's where this blog comes in! Goal Number 3 is to write more for the sake of writing. To get better. To feel better. To convey all the thoughts and humor that don't fit into 140 characters or less.

I hereby promise to stop being a social media grandma. I will be hip to the jive.