Opting Out


During the past few months, due to some life events, I’ve been taking stock. It’s a good thing for all of us to do occasionally, to revisit the way we spend our precious time during the short journey we have on this earth. Given how things have been going in our world, I am also carefully reviewing whether I am using my time and gifts wisely, to further justice, good work and to pay forward all of the great energy others have contributed to me and my life.

Twitter, as a platform, has made it possible for me to connect with many amazing professionals in HR, and to discover ideas and thoughts of others I wouldn’t normally have the opportunity to encounter. But it also causes me to be exposed to a great deal of ceaseless, directionless and traumatic rhetoric that is not oriented toward solving problems and never seems to arrive at a solution. While I do greatly value conversation and debate, I have found lately that the time and energy spent isn’t justified by the outcome. I did an experiment recently and took time off the platform. The result? Sheer bliss. Ignorant bliss.

I have found that I don’t need to know every nuance of every political issue or professional association beef and the inside stories that derive from being extremely active on the platform. Sometimes it felt like diving through a holding tank at the water treatment plant to find a silver dollar at the bottom. How many times would I keep diving through shit for another coin? Why was I obsessively checking this platform to find that only a small number of my visits were keeping me up to date with the people I truly cared about knowing, and why couldn’t I just keep up with them outside this confusing artificial world?

This situation almost feels like it deserves a funeral. I have met amazing folks on Twitter-these are people I have come to call friends in real life, friends who are more valuable to me than gold. I will never regret the time I chose to spend on the platform and it will always be a treasured memory.

But the time as come in my life to say goodbye. There are some life experiences that change you forever, and I have had one of those this year. It’s a story for another blog, on another day, but I know I will tell it when the time is right.

For now, though, I am sure in my bones that this is it, so I will say “so long, best wishes, and goodbye.” My coffee cup is empty. Goodbye, HR Twitter-it’s been nice being a part of the gang. Be sure to keep in touch at solvehrinc.com.  

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Kelly Marinelli