So I have dropped social media. Unsubscribed from every damn thing I don’t have time to read, buy, or think about. The relief is amazing! The extra time is . . . extra. And best of all, no more guilt because I can’t keep up with it all.
I thought all this extra time could be productively spent on a writing class I signed up for a few weeks ago. I’m well into week two, videos watched, readings done, classroom comments made. I’ve submitted my work and commented on others’ submissions. And now?
I don’t like it.
I don’t like the readings. I don’t like the focus. I don’t like the assignments. And now I’m all resentful, because all my extra time is spent on stuff I don’t like.
What to do? Spend another four weeks on something I don’t like? Or become a . . . quitter?
It turns out the answer wasn’t that difficult. The damn class was free. I’m the boss of me, right? What is my problem?
So I am now relaxing, in a cushy robe, some shades, and very refreshing beverage, happily focusing on my own story. Well, not “my” story – I’ll never tell that story. My made-up story about drugs and crime and murder. Totally made up.