I used to be so proud of myself. When others would tell about vegging in front of the tv or watching a movie marathon all weekend, I would feel the smug self-satisfaction of accomplishment. I prided myself on creating artsy stuff, crafts, and steadily remodeling my home.
That. Was. Then.
I still get the fidgets when the family has movie night and I am recruited to watch and eat popcorn with the group. With the lights turned off, it is absolutely impossible to read the book I brought along to supplement the boring bits.
I’m not sure what happened, but I confess that I am addicted to my MSN feed. I practically can’t live a day with out checking Facebook and minutes can easily turn into hours as I watch funny animal videos, TED talks, and one inspirational guru after another preach about accomplishing your dreams.
I tell myself wen I come in from walking Stella in the dark a.m. that I just want to check out the weather…how do I end up absorbing someone’s gender-reveal video–I don’t even know the couple–and 15 minutes have passed! ( I don’t have an extra 15 minutes to waste before work!)
My biggest pet peeve is with myself–and anyone else who complains that they don’t have time to do what they want to do–is wasting those precious bits with mindless and worthless entertainment intake.