“[W]hat we choose to focus on and what we choose to ignore—plays in defining the quality of our life.”
― Cal Newport, Deep Work: Rules for Focused Success in a Distracted World
I realise, for the second day in a row, that I've chosen to write about something that's hardly new, less still revelatory. And likewise, it's an easy target.
We all know this right?
Social media is (or can be) a fu*king waste of time.
Oh. Yes. It. Is.
It's a sinkhole, and one, very often, we can't escape.
But it occurred to me, as I lay awake at just after 4.30 am, how little time I'd spent looking at the alternative. What's that? Well, I might delete all profiles or stop opening them and/or sharing material, but the truth is I've got nothing else as compelling to hold my attention.
Now, I'm not sure if I should weep or be angry at that statement. I mean, surely my life isn't or shouldn't be defined by a bit of knob-twiddling, blog-sharing, or whatever else shows up between now and the end of my days? Perhaps there's no escaping it; or perhaps I shouldn't be so down on myself. It's part of life, right?( Collapse )