Relearning how to live
After insulting some of Cate's more distant relatives last weekend I decided to take some time away from the Book of Faces.
At first it was an itchy nagging in my brain, a call begging for a response. I wanted to give in, but fortunately work is a madhouse and I was distracted for a while.
After nearly a week there is some craving, a tingle of FOMO that calls out but I have gone cold turkey. I have read more books, talked more, grilled more, smiled more without the addiction that is Facebook.
I haven't decided if I will extend this experiment to the ultimate end, deleting my account, but I do know life is finite and a lot more fun when I'm not staring into my mobile.
At first it was an itchy nagging in my brain, a call begging for a response. I wanted to give in, but fortunately work is a madhouse and I was distracted for a while.
After nearly a week there is some craving, a tingle of FOMO that calls out but I have gone cold turkey. I have read more books, talked more, grilled more, smiled more without the addiction that is Facebook.
I haven't decided if I will extend this experiment to the ultimate end, deleting my account, but I do know life is finite and a lot more fun when I'm not staring into my mobile.