This morning, I woke up at my usual time for Thursday. I have a busy day on tap .
It starts fine: crawl out of bed, teeth, face, stumble to trusted Keurig, massage it with love, sip. Ahhh.
I carry my steaming mug to the home office and sit in front of the gigantic computer screen. In my head I repeat over and over again: update the bank deposits, reconcile the accounts, respond to email. Update bank, reconcile, email. Update, reconcile, email. I do this over and over again like I am giving myself a dementia questionnaire.
BECAUSE, if I don’t repeat to myself over and over, I will sit before this screen, I will do everything BUT update, reconcile, email. Then, I will be angry at myself for squandering thirty minutes on God knows what.
I think my problem is an addiction to Facebook.
There I said it. I need help. FBA (Facebook Anonymous). I am staring at news feeds, commenting, giggling, liking, commenting on the comments. Then I flip to my business page, I analyze insights and read comments. I hate my cover picture. Why does my front tooth look like that? I should get braces. Braces are $5000. So that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. Speaking of money. I have to get caught up on my banking—SHIT!!!
And so it goes.
When I do extract myself from the computer screen and head to the kitchen, my mantra becomes “dishwasher, dryer, back steps.dishwasher, dryer, back steps.”
I go over to the dishwasher, open it, begin to empty. A little way through, the dog starts barking. Better let her out. Down to the basement. Oops forgot the collar, back up I go. See the collar. It’s right next to my empty coffee. Should have a fresh cup while I take Lucy out. Back to Keurig. Massage beloved machine. Coffee.
The hot mug triggers my robotic trudge back to the office where I see that I have five new FB notifications. Well! I must see what they are all about. Another thirty minutes evaporate. Now, after being up for nearly 2 hours, I still haven’t banked, emailed, walked the dog, emptied the dishwasher, loaded the dryer or cleared the back steps.
This goes on all day. All night. At home. At work. I check my phone, my texts, my mobile FB app, my email. I carry a pair of shoes to my bedroom and find myself organizing my closet. I start to water the flowers and decide I hate thistle. Next thing I know, I have Round Up and a blow torch. All the while, my trusty phone, full of its dings, bells, beeps, and alerts remains strapped to my arm like my stubborn tumor. I don’t want it but I just can’t remove it because of risk of hemorrhage and death.
I think I know the answer.
I must take a hiatus from all things involving a screen: computer, iPhone, laptop, and iPad.
I will only use paper and pen to write things down.
I will not look at a screen all day.
I will complete one task before starting another.
I will do that.
Right after I post this status.