I find myself clicking into other sites absently looking for something that isn’t there. Writing super-long emails to friends. I don’t have to listen to the mainstream media endlessly explain why I can’t have Bernie Sanders for my candidate, or how we Really Don’t Know what will happen at the GOP convention.
We really don’t know!
Two of the five hundred or so people on friends list have interacted with me, having noticed my absence. But that’s it, after a month.
My word count goals are still a hit or miss thing. Many variables.
How many hours a day was I on FB? For how long?
Say 1.5-2 hours a day for… 4 years? Five years?
(fumbles with calculator… subtracts the week a year fast…
120 days, 24 hour days… call it 200 days, with sleep and going to bathroom and such.
Two hundred days.
Reading. Writing. Forwarding. Liking. Posting photos.
I’ve compiled lists of people to try to stay in touch with in some other way.
I’m trying to pare myself back to something essential, to focus on what I have to do. I have to try to be better than I am. Stretch.
There’s a kind of sadness I call trying to be taller, where you just flail at these impossible to change things about yourself.
I felt like a lot of my striving as a writer was turning into that, but now, I think, maybe I can…
The takeaway: practicing skills over time causes those neural pathways to work better in unison via myelination. To improve your performance, you need to practice FREQUENTLY, and get lots of feedback so you practice CORRECTLY and enhance the right things.
I want to make a fucking t-shirt with the word myelinate on it.
I want to be better than I am.