When my daughter was little we moved across the country from Michigan to California and for several months we lived with my parents. At that same time, a mama sparrow made a nest in a tiny alcove in the roof. My daughter found it fascinating to watch this dedicated bird gather twigs and scraps of paper, building the perfect place to lay her eggs.Every day we wa tched her progress until it was time for her to sit on her eggs. Shortly after that, the little babies were born and each morning we could hear them chirping and tweeting as their mama went in search of food.

It got crowded in that nest, just about the same time it got crowded under my parents’ roof. My husband and I knew it was time to find a place of our own. My mom didn’t push us out (I don’t think that mother bird used that tactic either) but it was just time for it to happen. The baby birds went twittering off into their own lives.

As did we, moving across town to our own apartment.

My foray into Twitter, reminds me of that time and of those baby birds who by now must have grandbaby birds of their own.

But my attempt at sending Tweets is a far from cry that of those little birds.  It doesn’t come instinctively or naturally at all. With only 140 characters to state what I’m doing, I began to wonder - what am I doing? Is it something that other Tweeters or Twitterers will want to follow? Why do I want to spend the time broadcasting my every move?

Sure, I know I need to Tweet in order to promote myself. But it can’t be just about selling. Tweeting is supposed to be about getting to know one another.

All these tweets filling up cyberspace are like flocks of birds flying in all directions at once. They are bound to get mixed up. Like that old game of Telephone. My status could say : Am wondering why all the light bulbs burn out at the same time. Days later here comes a response: Sorry you are burnt out but there is always light at the end of the tunnel.

Tweets and twits and whatevers can come at us all day long on our cell phones. Second by second status updates. Tweeters are eating, sleeping, drinking, dancing, dressing, kissing, dreaming, knitting, walking, talking, crying, doing, being. I know this is the information age, but how much information can one brain take?

In my case – some days I just can’t take it anymore.

So for now, this will be my status: Janie is listening to the birds tweet outside her bedroom window and enjoying the melodies of Mother Nature.

Janie Emaus believes that when the world is falling apart, we're just one laugh away from putting it together again.  She writes about how life is NOW compared to THEN, with her special blend of funny and sweet. She is the author of the time travel romance, Before the After, and the young adult novel, Mercury in Retro Love.  And she has an essay in the Best Selling humor anthology, You Have Lipstick On Your Teeth.  She is a staff writer at In The Powder Roomand blogs frequently for The Huffington Post. She is proud to be named a 2013 BlogHer Voice of the Year. To learn more about Janie visit her blog www.theboomerrants.com and her website www.JanieEmaus.com.