Wednesday, July 11, 2018
So enough, I thought. What sucks my time the most? It came down to Facebook. So much of it is drivel, unenlightening and unfulfilling. Birthdays, obits, anniversaries, happy families around the campfire/table/birthday cake/wedding - these are all lovely, but by the time I troll and scroll another hour has been swallowed up or 2 or even 3.
It was a big leap but I removed the app from my phone. No more notifications, no more sideways glancing down at the screen as I sit having coffee or dinner.
I still have my online Scrabble games, 30 minutes in the morning, 30 minutes at night. 14 games. I like the brain activity, the searching back for long lost words from my youth.
I still use Messenger for quick contacts with people.
I still have Instagram - which is a quick fix for photo displays.
I still tweet, the odd time, I tend to let it go most days but it is good for newsfeeds. And fast.
I don't bother with Skype or Facetime or Snapchat and never have.
So here I am with about 3 fresh hours in my day to fill and with what you might ask.
Well, this is interesting indeed.
I have hauled out my many unfinished (mainly they need editing, fixing) manuscripts and am working away on one for the past few days. About time. Even with Grandgirl here.
It's a new life of amazing opportunities - to be continued.