Well that’s it. I’m doomed. My Facebook vanity URL has gone. Another Gillian Pearce beat me to it.
I’ve never really been that interested in using Facebook but my during a girls night in recently, my daughter asked “What one person would you like to see again, from your past, that you’ve lost contact with”? And that got me thinking about loads of people I’ve lost touch with and wondering what they’re doing now. So I thought it was maybe time to track them down and Facebook seemed as good a place as any to start.
But then I suddenly switched into internet marketing mode (old habits die hard) and I just knew I had to have my vanity URL. Basically, that’s your name at the end of www.facebook.com And, woe is me when I tried to sign up for it, not only do you need to have 100 fans (which I obviously don’t, being new) but it was already taken. So now what am I going to do? The more I stared at the usuper’s page the more essential to my well-being that URL became. Never mind the fact that I don’t even know what to do with a vanity URL anyway. I might need it in the future, dammit!
Which reminds me of all the stuff piled up in my garage that I’m keeping just in case I need it at some future date. And all the stuff saved on my computer just in case. And all the notes I’ve written in all the endless notebooks from seminars I’ve long since forgotten I attended. And all the other physical manifestations of my “just in case” life. And I find myself wondering if there is an inner equivalent. Is all this holding onto stuff merely a reflection of my holding on internally? And, if so, what am I holding onto?
Hmmmm. Need to ponder that a bit. I’ll get back to you . . .