extracting myself
I watched The Social Dilemma and even before I finished it, I was deleting apps and turning off my notifications (not before messaging my kids that they need to watch it).
I'm conflicted. I work in social media, my writing community is on social media, I've reconnected with old friends on social media.
But.
My phone is always close by. Ready for me. Waiting. Letting me know. Hours pass with scrolling, liking, commenting, reposting.
It fills me with love, desire, jealousy and ideas.
It's too easy to click and buy.
In the last few days I haven't touched my phone nearly as much and each time I think I'll check it, I ask myself what I'm hoping to find there. A like? A comment? A follow? Does it matter? If these are the things I'm picking it up for, I've reminded myself that I don't need it. That I could read, knit, garden instead. Or pick up the phone and call someone. Have a chat. Message them to check in with them. The mind battles with me as it clamours for its fix. It reckons with me t…
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