I have been in a cycle over the past few years where I get on Twitter to promote my writing only to eventually get frustrated with the writing for not bringing me the audience that I see others have. Of course, that was never the point of writing. That, among many other things, was why Twitter had to go. I will pray for the self-control to stay off of it and refocus on my original purpose.
I know one of the things I will most regret when death comes to call, should I be given a moment's reflection on my life, is all the time I've wasted online. So many opportunities to touch the face or hand of someone I love, to listen to birdsong, to play my guitar, to sit alone with my own thoughts, or to give thanks to God for the gift of my life, squandered.
Hear hear. This stuff is a time suck, the likes the world has never seen. At least with real hobbies like music and writing and woodworking and fishing, you’re actually accomplishing something.
I don’t blame you, man. I’ve gotten back into studying Japanese, and let me tell you, I’m shocked at how much I already know, and how much better I am at reading it than I thought.
My study sessions take me away from social media for a long time, so it’s my preferred detox. Rewarding, too.
I have been in a cycle over the past few years where I get on Twitter to promote my writing only to eventually get frustrated with the writing for not bringing me the audience that I see others have. Of course, that was never the point of writing. That, among many other things, was why Twitter had to go. I will pray for the self-control to stay off of it and refocus on my original purpose.
Following your lead. Our collective well-being desperately needs us to unplug.
I know one of the things I will most regret when death comes to call, should I be given a moment's reflection on my life, is all the time I've wasted online. So many opportunities to touch the face or hand of someone I love, to listen to birdsong, to play my guitar, to sit alone with my own thoughts, or to give thanks to God for the gift of my life, squandered.
It's truly an insidious thing because it disguises itself in harmlessness or even productivity.
Hear hear. This stuff is a time suck, the likes the world has never seen. At least with real hobbies like music and writing and woodworking and fishing, you’re actually accomplishing something.
I don’t blame you, man. I’ve gotten back into studying Japanese, and let me tell you, I’m shocked at how much I already know, and how much better I am at reading it than I thought.
My study sessions take me away from social media for a long time, so it’s my preferred detox. Rewarding, too.