Entry Denied
On a day when I had been considering making a change to my routine, the decision was made for me. Some choices we make, others seem to be made for us. How we deal with that I really believe is the key.
When my threads account was suspended once again late last night I went through the usual motions and put it down to just one more glitch in the system and a reaction of “oh here we go again.” Until an hour later when I was informed that my account had been disabled due to “my” disregard of their “integrity policy”. Excuse me? Question my integrity or not respecting someone else’s and that’s it as far as I’m concerned. Another glitch in their system? Maybe. I’ve been hearing plenty of tales from threads, facebook and instagram about issues that make no sense. I don’t care about glitches. Or whatever their reason was for disabling the account (there was no clear reason provided) - with I might add - no possibility of pleading my case. When it’s done. It’s done. And so am I.
I’ve said this before - I have had much worse, much more serious issues thrown in my path and I’ve found my way around those obstacles. Life is filled with them - pot holes, boulders, sheets of ice. This issue is just a pebble stuck in my shoe. One that I can toss out, replace the shoe and keep moving.
Was I upset? Of course. I was shocked and in disbelief. Thinking about all the accounts on that platform that are more than questionable and yet mine, with my life motto of “do no harm” is singled out and excluded. No one likes to be rejected or have a door slammed shut in their face. No one wants to feel “less” or be told “private club, keep out.” However. I’m also not the person who is going to sit around feeling sorry for myself. Someone asked me if I was going to try and get the account back. Nope. I don’t grovel. I don’t accept crumbs or useless apologies, and my self-worth says “honey, you can do better.”
And that’s what I’ve done. I’ll have more presence on other platforms. There’s Bluesky and there’s Substack. And I have larger plans that with luck and commitment I’ll see come to fruition. I’m choosing to see my “ejection” from a platform I had been having reservations about anyway, as a gift and a message from above - time to move on.
What I will miss is the people. I came to know so many lovely, wonderful people. We shared laughter and ideas. We encouraged one another. And I have no way of letting any of them know why I’ve gone. Some may figure it out from past issues. It’s like being fired, ushered out by HR and not having a chance to say goodbye to people you’ve spent time with. That makes me sad.
A walk this morning - a very cold walk through the park near Lake Ontario not only filled my lungs with bracing air, it settled my mind and helped me to put things into perspective. Life is filled with disappointments and heartache. It’s filled with challenges and set backs. It’s also filled with opportunities. It’s less about one door closing and another opening than it is knocking on more doors, banging on windows and looking for the cracks were light shines through and you see that maybe the room you were in was the wrong room. That it was too small and not the one you needed to be in. So you keep looking until you find the one that feels like home.
