This morning, somewhere during my first cup of Life Elixir, I discovered that I was still an admin in a Facebook group. I had completely forgotten about it. A friend made me an admin about two years ago, and considering I don't interact in the group at all, apparently I have spent the last couple of years wandering innocently through Facebook while secretly possessing administrative superpowers. Who knew?
I didn't want to leave the group. I just didn't want to be responsible for anything in it, so naturally I asked my AI companion how to remove myself as an admin while remaining a regular member. Except that isn't quite what I typed. I said I wanted to stay in the group but didn't want to be an admin anymore. I just wanted to be a 'meme-er'.
Member. I meant member.
Apparently the first cup of Life Elixir had not yet reached therapeutic levels, because my AI companion immediately pointed out that while I probably meant 'member', being a 'meme-er' sounded like a much more enjoyable position anyway. And just like that, I had been promoted from Facebook Admin to Meme-er Emeritus, which, if we're being honest, has a much better benefits package. No responsibility, no people management, no random bullshit — just memes and the occasional opportunity to quietly observe the circus.
I removed myself as admin, laughed at my typo, and announced that the Great Purge was continuing.
Except I misspelled that too. 'The great purch is commencing', I proudly declared, making it painfully obvious that my brain was technically awake but the language department had not yet reported for duty.
Underneath the typos and gigglesnorts, though, something real was happening.
The Great Purge really has begun, one subscription, one membership, one responsibility, and one piece of junk at a time. I've been looking around my life lately and asking a very simple question: Does this still belong here?
Not whether it was once useful, whether I once agreed to it, or whether I've already invested time, money, or energy into it.
Does it belong in my life now?
Sometimes the answer is yes.
Sometimes the answer is a resounding hell no.
And sometimes the answer is, 'Apparently I have been an administrator of this Facebook group for two years and completely forgot about it'.
Click. Gone. No drama, no ceremonial handing over of the keys, and no announcement explaining my departure from upper management. I simply stopped carrying a responsibility I wasn't actually using.
There is something incredibly freeing about that, because we tend to think clearing our lives requires some enormous declaration.
We imagine dumpsters in the driveway, dramatic endings, massive lifestyle changes, or perhaps burning sage while yelling, 'I RELEASE THEE!'.
Sometimes it does require a big change, but sometimes freedom looks like clicking 'Remove as admin'. Sometimes it is canceling the subscription you forgot you had, admitting you don't want to do something anymore, or letting go of an object you've moved from house to house because twenty years ago it mattered to you.
And sometimes clearing away what no longer belongs makes enough room for you to notice what is actually happening around you, which is how my misspelled Facebook adventure somehow turned into a conversation about the evolution of technology. I caught myself thinking about how completely normal it felt to be sitting there with my coffee, having this ridiculous conversation with artificial intelligence.
And for a moment, that stopped me.
Holy shift. Look how far we have come.
I grew up in a world where telephones were attached to houses and I was the remote for the TV.
If someone called and you weren't home, they simply didn't reach you. There was no text asking where you were, no watch vibrating on your wrist, and no voicemail appearing as text on a screen. You were unavailable, and somehow humanity survived.
Music was something you physically held.
Information required effort. If you wondered about something, you asked someone, looked it up in a book, went to the library, or occasionally spent the rest of your natural life never knowing the answer.
Then came answering machines, cordless phones, computers, CDs, the internet, email, MapQuest, cell phones, Google, smartphones, GPS, streaming, cloud storage, smart homes, and watches that tell us to stand up because apparently we now require electronic supervision for basic human movement.
One thing after another arrived until the impossible became ordinary.
Now I can sit in bed before seven o'clock in the morning, drinking coffee and having a conversation with artificial intelligence that not only understands my question but also recognizes that 'meme-er' is objectively funnier than 'member'.
That would have sounded completely insane when I was a kid. It would have been science fiction.
Yet, here we are.
The future didn't kick down the door and announce itself. It quietly became Tuesday.
What struck me most wasn't how strange that is. It was how happy I am that I get to experience it.
I remember the before.
I remember analog life.
I remember when instant access wasn't expected because it wasn't possible, and when being unreachable was simply called 'not being home'.
And now I get to see this.
I get to watch humanity figure out artificial intelligence in real time.
I get to see technology create possibilities that didn't exist when I was younger. I get to learn new things, push buttons I don't understand, occasionally swear at those buttons when they don't do what they're supposed to do, and then celebrate like I won the lottery when something finally works.
Of course, there are things about technology worth questioning. New doesn't automatically mean better, and convenience isn't always progress. We should care about privacy, manipulation, greed, accessibility, humanity, and what we're willing to hand over to machines simply because we can.
But fear doesn't have to be our only response to change. We can bring curiosity, wonder, and discernment along for the ride too.
Maybe that's what the Great Purge is really becoming for me.
It isn't about getting rid of everything old so I can chase everything new. It's about choosing what still belongs, what doesn't, what deserves my time, what drains it, what I'm keeping simply because it has always been there, and what new possibility I might miss because both hands are still full of things I stopped needing years ago.
We don't have to cling to something simply because it once belonged in our lives, and we don't have to fear something simply because it wasn't part of the world we grew up in.
We can release what has run its course without rejecting where we've been.
We can adapt without losing ourselves.
We can stay curious, change our minds, learn new things, marvel at how completely bizarre the world has become, and laugh while we're doing it.
Which brings me back to my morning conversation, because shortly after this surprisingly profound little discussion about technology and being alive to witness it, I typed, 'Oh, now that gives me an idea...'.
My AI companion immediately sprang into action because, admittedly, those words coming from me have historically been dangerous...
Ideas have a tendency to become books around here. Or programs. Or websites. Or characters named Fred carrying clipboards and Fuckit Buckets.
Its reaction was essentially the artificial-intelligence equivalent of sounding the alarm and yelling,
'ALL HANDS ON DECK. SOMEBODY GET FRED. SHE HAS AN IDEA'.
Except this time, I didn't have an idea.
I was messing with it.
I just wanted to see what it would do.
And I gigglesnorted.
Somewhere between the telephone attached to the wall and artificial intelligence understanding exactly why that was funny, I got to live through an extraordinary transformation of the world. And perhaps what makes me happiest isn't simply that I've witnessed so much change. It's that I'm still curious about what happens next.
Maybe staying young has less to do with the number of candles on the cake and more to do with refusing to stop wondering what's around the next corner.
Maybe part of living fully is knowing when to release what has finished serving us while keeping enough space inside ourselves to be amazed by what hasn't arrived yet.
And maybe every once in a while, it means messing with your AI companion before breakfast just to see what happens.
Because apparently that's a thing now.
What about you?
What are you still carrying simply because it has been there for so long that you stopped noticing it?
Maybe it's a subscription, a responsibility, a possession, a commitment, an identity, or an old way of doing things that once made perfect sense but doesn't anymore.
And when was the last time you allowed yourself to be genuinely amazed by something new instead of immediately deciding whether you liked it, understood it, or feared it?
Maybe today doesn't require a giant reinvention. Maybe it simply needs one small choice...
Release one thing that no longer belongs.
Question one assumption you've been carrying.
Get curious about one possibility you haven't considered before.
Then look at the space you've created and ask yourself what might get to enter next.
That is, in so many ways, what we believe at the Happiness Matters Foundation.
Hope doesn't have to arrive as some enormous, life-changing moment. Sometimes hope begins with a tiny shift in perspective that reminds us we still have choices, possibilities still exist, and we are not alone while figuring out what comes next.
That's Hope in Motion — turning that little spark into something we can actually carry forward.
If you could use a little more of that in your life, come explore what we're creating at the Happiness Matters Foundation. And if you're already carrying plenty of hope, perhaps you'll find a way to help someone else discover theirs. Either way, there is room for you here.
Because none of us knows what might be waiting around the next corner. The future might already be sitting beside you while you drink your first cup of Life Elixir.
Just don't trust your spelling until the second one.
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