This past two days I have deliberately done something I don’t normally do because I wanted to see what would happen. Since Monday morning, I’ve been on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram much more than I would do normally, like for ages each day.
- I am exhausted physically. I haven’t been to the gym at all this week, it’s been too hot for one thing, but when your alarm goes off at 5:30am and you were up till late with your face buried in your phone, you don’t feel like getting up and at ’em.
- Mentally, I’m stuffed. I actually dreamt about the POTUS last night, talk about a nightmare – although while in the dream I was attempting to subvert him in a meeting, I did not need the be-wigged orange twat showing up. My mood has slipped sideways, I’m ratty, irritable, and just damn cross with the world.
- I haven’t been doing anything else at home. We’ve got two baskets of folding that I brought upstairs on Sunday night, it is Wednesday and they’re still there.
- I’ve not had the head-space to concentrate on much either, it’s like my brain has turned to mush and trickled out my ear.
I honestly wondered what would happen, and in two days I cannot believe the difference in me. I deliberately did the test this week as from Friday I’m off work until 30 January; Archie and I are off to an Air BnB at the beach for a week. I needed to remind myself, my phone is not my companion. A forced life decision, as Dr Phil calls them.
What to do now? A life unplugged for a bit. Taking photos and putting them on Instagram, I’m conscious that Aged Ps use it to watch Archie; but not scrolling through it mindlessly. Be more present, be here now.
Swimming lessons start up tonight for the new school year, I’m going to have a swim while Archie is taught for his half hour. I’ve then got acupuncture and a birthday cake to bake (or buy as i’m running out of time before afternoon tea tomorrow!)