Fast and Curious

I fasted from social media for 21 days – January 7-27. Why would anyone do that? Why would I do that? I like social. I particularly like Instagram, and I watch a few YouTube videos every day. Have a question? YouTube it. Look cute? Tell the world on insta. Nothing harmful about it, right?

Well yes… and no? 

Recently I have noticed that my screen time was up – I mean all the way up like Carl Fredrickson – as high as 14 hours per day. (How many hours am I even awake?) I have been feeling burdened, also, about what kind of example that sets for my kids. I was having some ill-effects, also, including moodiness, drowsiness, poor or blurry vision, poor memory, poor sleep, and mostly I was concerned that even when my kids were talking to me – or to the side of my face while I looked at my phone like a straight-up zombie (Mombie?) – and I wanted to climb out of the dark, insensate, waking coma that my days had become. I am ashamed to admit how much I was in my phone, but it was a lot. 

The 21 day challenge was issued by my church pastor: Please join us for 21 days of prayer and fasting to begin this new year. As soon as I heard about it, I knew I wanted to do it, and instead of fasting from food (not a good idea for me due to past issues with ED and because I work out pretty strenuously some days) I decided to fast from socials, and get my screen time down in general. This is the area of my life where I am the least disciplined, and I was actually scared that I would not be able to do it – which let me know that I really needed to try. My goals were simply to be more present, in my life and especially with my kids, to use the time I would be in my phone to make real connection and to create, to pray more, and I had one thing in particular I was bringing to God daily, and I wanted him to bless and keep me through it, so that was on my heart as I fasted each day, also. 

The following is a record of how it went.

Rules: During this time, I was not “allowed” to use Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, or Reddit apps and I tried my best not to use the phone mindlessly in general. That meant not picking up my phone immediately upon waking, no podcasts while driving/getting ready for work, no mindless scrolling of any kind, I had to use texting or calls (ick) to communicate. Other than that, I was free to use other apps as I needed to and I do use my phone for work so that was still fine. Mostly I used my phone related to bible, workouts, and cooking. I also used my “Notes” app anytime something popped to mind that I thought I might want to write down later (this post is later).

My observations:

  • Thinking about the prayer and fasting as I walk out to my car today (1/10/24). I noticed that a worship song called “You are worthy” is in my head. It’s just me singing “you are worthy, you are worthy Oh Lord” over and over in a loop in my head, as I don’t know the rest. I contemplate that we humans are created for companionship with God, we were created to worship. So… is this like a factory reset? Is a social media detox like returning back to, or closer to, our purposed state?
  • The other thought I had (still 1/10/24) is that I noticed yesterday and today that my screen time overall is down 62% from my “normal” usage. My first thought is, “good golly, I spend a lot of time on Instagram”. But I think it’s more than that: I think that being sober from the internet makes me want to see just how clearheaded I can get. I’m less likely to pick up my phone for texts or Amazon orders or to check emails because I don’t want to feel attached to it, and I feel less of a need to be attached to it.
  • 1/11/24 Fewer selfies. I guess because I have no place to post them? No one to “prove” my workout to or share my deeply profound thoughts with. Except if I decide to do that in my actual real life… Went to my regular dance studio and started to take a boomerang, and I can’t, and who would want to see it anyway? Prevention of self-absorption. Less documenting of the banal.
  • I have noticed today that I sometimes have more anxiety. Or maybe the same amount of anxiety, but I feel it more. Nothing to numb it or distract.
  • Today 1/12/24 I got bored. Boredom’s gift is creativity. On a whim, and after enthusiastic agreement from them, I started reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone aloud to my kids. One night we all dressed up as characters from the book, using items from our own wardrobes, and guessed who we all were, and took turns reading. It was fun. It was connection. It was also private, un-photographed, and undocumented (except here).
  • Bargaining, but not in the way you’d expect. Each time I go to pick up my phone, I ask myself, “do I really want to rack up screen time just for ______? A YouTube workout, for example, will cost me 30-45 minutes. And yes, YT is technically not allowed but on freezing dark mornings at home I do sometimes lift weights and follow along. 
  • 1/12/24 Prayer doesn’t come easier. This one is a wee bit surprising to me. I thought with all the free time and some newfound discipline I would be spending a lot more time in prayer, or at least want to. Studying God’s word is still not my first instinct or reflex in the morning and it doesn’t feel great to admit that, but I’m working on it.
  • Less gossip is a major side effect. 1/15/24. Some things happen or conversations are had, and I can’t skip over to the DMs and say “guess who I saw” or “you won’t believe this message I got”… not that I do that often but a LOT of people who are “in my life” are really only on this little hand-held TV. So I don’t know what’s going on with them organically. That’s weird. The gossip thing is good, too, but also it’s a challenge not to “chat” with any friends after years of doing it.
  • 1/19/24 If God doesn’t fill your heart (and your time) something else will. Meaning that when you leave it open, you’re giving opportunity for lots of things/people/ideas/behaviors to be introduced or take hold. There are so many things vying for your attention and your (extremely limited) time on earth. What is the most important thing? You can tell by how you spend the most time, right? Who or what is sovereign for you? (This is me asking myself, not judging anyone else.)
  • 1/19/24 Related to that last thought, and I think super important to note: Social media is certainly not the only way to waste time. On a screen or otherwise, it’s easy to find distraction, and removing social media does not automatically mean you are doing it right.
  • 1/23/24 Social media is boring, I keep thinking. I am not missing it and I have not felt as tempted or as torn as I believed I would. I seriously was nervous to commit to this challenge, or to tell anyone I was doing it, because I thought I’d have major withdrawals and fail at it. Also, and this is a great one, I’m not as “influenced”. I have noticed this week that the only thing I have purchased from the internet, aside from some items for my kids, is books. 

Oh! And! (Probably the very hardest part for me) - During the fast, I was not allowed to listen to any ambient noise. I have read recently about what effect listening to, for example, rain sounds while sleeping has on the brain, and I wanted to try to stop doing that. Some scientists believe that listening while sleeping may not allow the auditory system to shut off/rest at night, and may interrupt the natural sleep process over time. The jury is out on this, but I do know that I have become dependent on my light rain (shout out to The Relaxed Guy on YT!). In the spirit of breaking addiction/dependency, I had to at least try to sleep without it. 

(I also used to fall asleep to Pride and Prejudice every night. It’s a comfort thing, when you struggle with anxiety or any kind of trauma, at least in my experience, you crave routine and dependable things, so this was that for me. But just like the rain sounds, the flashing lights and constant stimuli even if I was not totally conscious, were possibly having ill effects and again, I wanted to know that I can live without them.)

Y’all… my dread over this one was REAL. I have loud neighbors, with barking dogs, and I just did not think I could live without my rain sounds. BUT the one I love to listen to is a 3 hour loop and that would mean I start the day in a deficit of 3 hours, and I wouldn’t have an accurate idea of time spent on phone, so I had to cut it off. And I did. Strictly. I can proudly say, three weeks later, that I did learn to sleep without it, and had maybe 3 nights of poor sleep out of the 21, so that feels like a win. Two of them I had some panic, but I got through it, and it’s super valuable to know that I can calm myself and regulate without any other assistance.

I am happy to report that I made it. My screen time was way down and I learned that I can live without the soul-draining device I’m constantly told I need in order to live. The bad news is, this past week since the fast ended, I’ve dove (diven?) head-first into the deep end. I caught up on messages and returned to scrolling and listening to music. I have not re-incorporated sleep sounds, and I do not plan to. Moving forward, I hope to fast again and for longer periods of time, as I like how it made me feel. I’d encourage anyone reading to give it a try and see how you feel after a couple of weeks being “unplugged”. 

Quiet Desperation

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.

Although well known and oft-repeated, that’s actually a misquote.  Thoreau wrote, in Walden, that “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” Here is the full quote, in context:

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

Thoreau was talking about the void we all feel and the common impulse most humans feel to try and fill it with material things.  Walden is a journal of sorts, detailing his time in the woods and away from modern society, searching for inner peace and finding himself and new perspective there.

walden

A friend and I were discussing this “quiet desperation” quote last night, as we discussed our respective marriages and marriage in general.  Our conversation focused on the complacency that occurs after years of seeing the ins and outs and annoying habits of another human being’s existence.  I think it’s so common for husbands and wives to leave the runway together, aimed for the stars and the experience of a lifetime, only to land early on a makeshift dirt runway in a place just outside Settle Town, USA.

Is that obnoxious? Maybe so, but you get what I’m saying.  If most new brides and grooms begin the marriage with the best of intentions – which I believe is the case – how do so many of us end up in a ditch somewhere, disoriented and disheartened at what our lives have become?

I’m not even talking about 10 years in, guys.  I myself have been married for 9 years, but the trouble started brewing quite a while ago and I don’t think we’re unique in that.  I talk to so many men and women – friends, colleagues, acquaintances – who are at most, content in their marriages and at worst, extremely unhappy and in some cases, depressed.  Most of them are not seeking divorce.  They just want to live their best lives and they want to do it with a willing partner who shares their interests and passions.

[Side note: For some reason, whenever I hear the term “quiet desperation” in my head the Queensryche song “Silent Lucidity” starts playing.  Interestingly, the song is about lucid dreaming, which is being able to consciously control what happens in your dreams.  So in a way, it’s related. ]

The “quiet desperation” quote came up discussing marriage because my friend and I were connecting on some shared issues.  The others I’ve spoken with relate to the same issues and experiences, too.  Even though all these people are having this same experience, none of them (none of us) are really talking about it.  It’s a secret struggle.  There is so much irony in something so commonplace and universal being something we hold inside and keep to ourselves and work to camouflage on social media.

Let’s don’t lead lives of quiet desperation any longer.  Let’s start talking to each other, and communicating with our spouses, and stepping outside the confines of the rules of marriage if that’s what it takes.  The only time that exists is the present, and it’s crap to waste it wondering if we are loved, wondering if we had married someone else, would we be vacationing in Mykonos right now instead of stuck at home washing dishes for an ungrateful partner.  That’s not life.  That’s not what life is for!

So how to we get back in the air?  How to do get out of Settle Town and back en route to our dreams and wildest fantasies (hopefully together with our chosen partners)?  Honesty!  Speaking our truth!  I think we all have to learn to be uncomfortable for a moment in order to be blissfully happy for a lifetime.

Believing we are alone is what fosters our desperation.  In truth, nothing is singular and everything is shared.  We are all connected.  We are all pieces of the same consciousness having several different (but oddly similar) human experiences.  As Thoreau said, we would be wise not to do desperate things.  We would be wise to realize that we are not alone, and the future is what we make it.

I’m rambling, so I’ll leave it there.  Namaste and happy Monday!  XOXO

 

At Present

Eats:  I am loving all things Mediterranean right now, after my first trip to Zoe’s Kitchen a couple of weeks ago.  Kebabs, yes!  Olive oil, yes!  Grilled veggies, oh goodness yes!

Tunes:  A little old school and a little new stuff.  Toadies, Twenty One Pilots, Aerosmith, and Maroon 5 are TOPS on my playlists right now.

Wanderlust:  Working on Chattanooga and Disney, and still infatuated with NOLA.  Seriously considering a little weekend jaunt to the Big Easy ASAP.

Body:  Trail runs are where it’s at.  Enjoying my Brooks Cascadia.  They fit well and grip the muddy Georgia terrain, keeping me steady and helping me to feel confident bounding up and down the MTB trail I’ve been galloping on.  Even got the hubs to come out and run with me this week!

Heart and Soul:  Ho’oponopono, the ancient Hawaiian practice of forgiveness.  I read an interesting article this week on the basics, and I’ve found it fascinating.  I have begun to say, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you.”  I will update as miracles happen!

Dream News:  This week I’ve had a few memorable dreams, the most interesting took place in my grandfather’s old office.  In the dream I was searching frantically for something – anything – of his that I could keep, just to have a piece of him.  I ended up rifling through some papers and just tracing my fingers over his handwriting.  Definitely significant.

Photographing: Mostly kids.

My Eyes are Watching: The Vampire Diaries on Netflix.  I never (and I do mean never) expected to watch, let alone like, this show.  I was on edge for the first few episodes, as there seemed to be a tremendous amount of neck-popping going on.  That has settled down a little, and the story is interesting so I’m committed.  Just started Season 3.

Bookshelf:  I’ve just finished reading “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (and other concerns)” by Mindy Kaling.  I’m not a big fan of Kaling’s in that I’ve not seen her show(s), but I’m also not a non-fan. She s genuinely funny without losing her authenticity.  Reading this book, I felt like “I know this girl” and “Yep, I’ve been there”.  I recommend it.

Tech: Nothing new here, except doing much less on social media.