I am adamant about writing my blog every day. I enjoy it. It’s an hour or so of just unwinding and clearing my head. Sometimes it’s an idea that I had months ago and have just come back to it. Sometimes it’s the experience of the day prior or a long distant memory. Today, nothing.
Not that I don’t have stuff to write about. Far from it. But my internal inspiration is all busted up. Or rather just uninspired. And I realized what it is. Too much screen time.
Yes I said it. The same guy who, over thirty years ago, had a tv in his bedroom from age eleven. The very same guy who had to buy a first generation video iPod but now uses his cellphone for far better videos. The same guy who used to spend countless hours watching YouTube video clips. That same fellow has realized that I need to cut back on my screen time.
I need to pick up a book and read it. From cover to cover. I need to feel the pages on my fingertips. I need to re-read a paragraph because my mind wandered even though my eyes and brain read what was written. I need to re-read a paragraph because my mind wandered even though my eyes and brain read what was written. Yes, I’m a doofus and that was intentional.
I used to read all the time. I loved it. But because of my obsession with technology and shiny things, books have fallen by the wayside. My wife has pointed out that we tend to go to bed and have Netflix running as a sleep inducer. That’s not good. I miss reading. Goal for this summer is now to finish 4-5 novels. Perhaps I will open up one of my old Stephen King or Michael Crighton novels to get my going. Or Neil Gaiman. Something besides tv.
With that, I am off to bed now. Hopefully with a good book & not giving into the temptation of the easy way out. Oh look! The tv remote is on my side of the bed…