Back when I was a kid the only thing really sugar coated was "American History."
When it came to achievements we received rewards for good behavior, for three legged races and science projects ( which my parents were too poor to have me participate in anyway.)
I think this gave me a sort of humility to where if something was worthy of being talked about congratulatory wise that's when I would bring it up. A mild sacrifice or a mild inconvenience to you is not an achievement it's really just setting yourself in place for a goal. You're clearing out distractions so you can live out what you were meant to be doing but, hey, that's my opinion.
I stated before my little epiphany/ experiment and I won't lie to you I was jonesing a little to fall back into the habit. The whole, the app loop and i brought myself out. Yesterday alone I read the entire way to work on the bus and a whole two hours before bed.
Symposium by Plato, retranslated and then at bed time it was "The Secret" by Beverly Lewis. Yes, I am reading amish fiction.
A 28 year old Hispanic woman is reading amish fiction.
there.
have at it .
THE POINT IS...
I'm reading again, the woman who could barely sit through a game without checking her phone?
It sits quietly to my left, notifications turned off and hasn't been touched since 6:05am when my alarm was supposed to go off, which it did, but since I was up at 5:20 am anyway it wasn't needed.
The one thing I wont give up though is music, I use it to drown out the murmuring voices asking for change or cat calling. I feel terrible but the constant flow of the city can be overwhelming.
I want to redefine who I am without the funny stories on snapchat, the NSFW content on skype or the temptation and eventual vegetation of my state of being when i'm on reddit. I love those things but I love them and am on them far, far too often.
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