Wasted.
20 minutes.
20 precious minutes.
Gone.
“Where to?”
To the time sucking black hole of my most favored and simultaneously most loathed app.
Congratulations, Instagram, for completing your job once more and using my attention and time as a form of currency and having me scroll as an observer of not only some of my friends’ lives but far more strangers’ lives thanks to the ever-clever algorithm.
I now have less clarity and focus than I originally sat down with the attempt to hone, all while throwing the sacred gift of quiet focus and uninterrupted thought out the window.
All is not lost, and there will be another opportunity tomorrow, but this one is gone. Wasted.
Well, I suppose not entirely wasted. At least now maybe I can remember this moment and let it serve as a joyful prompt to choose to engage with the little windows of solitude and stillness a day can give, to engage with my own story and the one being written in and through my life, rather than be merely an observer of others’.
Cheers to learning and forward movement.
Photo by Kenny Eliason on Unsplash
