New year, new semester. Previous resolves to declutter, organize, write more, move more, eat less –only the desires are permanently ingrained. The actual pursuits wax and wane with no consistent rhythm. Still, there’s that persistent inner tug to begin my year with an improvement plan…
I never tracked my time on Facebook or playing Words, but I’ve been amazed at how a “few minutes” with either can morph into hours. Facebook may keep me connected, and Words is brain-stimulating, but they cost. If I stopped, would I be more productive?
Last weekend I posted that I’m taking a FB break and immediately signed out of my web account and apps. I’m finishing active Words games (to preserve my stats) but not starting new ones. I feel some classic withdrawal symptoms, but I’ve packed away the Christmas decorations and finished a novel.
I’m encouraged. I can do this. For awhile, anyway.
I never tracked my time on Facebook or playing Words, but I’ve been amazed at how a “few minutes” with either can morph into hours. Facebook may keep me connected, and Words is brain-stimulating, but they cost. If I stopped, would I be more productive?
Last weekend I posted that I’m taking a FB break and immediately signed out of my web account and apps. I’m finishing active Words games (to preserve my stats) but not starting new ones. I feel some classic withdrawal symptoms, but I’ve packed away the Christmas decorations and finished a novel.
I’m encouraged. I can do this. For awhile, anyway.
#timesucks, #nomoreresolutions, #temporarychanges
