Social media positivity

You may have gathered that I am in a slump at the moment.  I know it is the transition of the seasons from that gorgeous hot summer to the dark of the winter.  I know it is the incredible busyness of September and October.  I know it is the change in our family circumstance as one of the offspring leaves home.  I know all of that.  Knowing it makes it much easier and I had a sense of acceptance that this was just the mood of September and October.

I do feel I am coming through it.  I have had to rest for medical reasons, so having to focus on sleeping has probably helped a lot.  I have tried to spend a bit of time reflecting on what has gone well and a lot has gone very well and I have done a lot despite the energy slump.

One of the things that has helped a lot is social media.  I know it is not trendy to see social media as a force for good, but I do. I am vigilant about what I follow and what I click on, generally I avoid news consumption on social media and I make sure I interact with people, so it becomes an important part of my social activity.   It’s not my whole social activity, believe me, but it is a good part of it.

Yesterday it came up trumps in many ways.  I directly declared I needed motivation to get to a yoga class and it came in spades, delivered with gusto and humour and of course everyone was right, I felt better for going, I also felt better for having some interaction with people and knowing that they were sympathetic of my sofa versus yoga battle.  I could have asked some friends via text to nudge me, but that felt intrusive in their days.  The friends on Facebook were obviously having some downtime too and were happy to reach out to me in that downtime.  That is a lovely feeling.

Thank you to everyone who helped me out the door, I had a great evening and have had the best night’s sleep this week.  And, hugely importantly I had to walk home from the class. Walking in the dark for the first time is always a psychological hurdle in the autumn I find.  I leapt that hurdle and had a great evening, much of it down to social media.  Thank you!

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Miracle eyesight cure

I am slowing moving back into the word of social media and email … and blogging … after a break which I needed as I was feeling incredibly overwhelmed after a really busy period both at work and at home.  A period which required a lot of email, a lot of texts, and hours and hours of mindless scrolling through Facebook in a futile attempt to switch off my brain.

So a family holiday provided the opportunity to switch off the tech as well as the routine.  I did not leave my phone at home, that would have been inconvenient.  And I did have a lovely time reading blogs on my phone.  I read more books.  I stared into the distance a bit more.  But possibly not as much as I would have done had I not had access to the internet at all.  I still ended up down a few rabbit holes online (should I buy a jumpsuit?).

But most of all I checked email.  I couldn’t get to email, I had logged out, but I checked and checked and checked.  I am addicted to checking email and I had no idea.  I knew I was in gander of checking work email compulsively, so I just don’t have work email on my phone or personal laptop.  I thought I had didged the bullet.  But in week one of the holiday, I cannot tell you how many times I saw this screen as I clicked on the mail icon of my phone.

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Even knowing there was no email behind the icon did not stop me from compulsively tapping it.  I have now hidden the icon from its usual clickable place on my homescreen. Let’s see how long I can reduce that compulsion to check.  At least I now know it is a compulsion.

And it is a compulsion that I suspect is the one causing my headaches, neck ache, and my eyesight problems.  I have worn glasses for nearly forty years now.  My eyesight is rubbish and – despite the headline, it still is.  For the past year I have assumed that my glasses are just never going to correct my sight properly now that I am getting older, seeing into the distance has been a struggle, lots of blinking and squinting was happening.  Guess what – that compulsive looking at a small screen was stopping my eyes from focussing on things in the distance.  Several opticians have mentioned to me how bad our phones are for our eyes – not the phones themselves, but that compulsive need to keep staring at them when our eyes are supposed to be taking a break and staring into the distance.

Driving down a familiar route yesterday I was amazed to see landscape that has been slightly fuzzy for ages now.  Miraculous.  And hopefully a motivation to stop that compulsive email checking and just give my eyes a proper break.

 

 

 

Here’s to a weekend of success

In any context where you are trying to change something – losing weight and getting fit are the ones that spring to mind – you are generally encouraged to make your intentions known, to be as public as possible, so that you have an accountability measure in place.

I am not sure that works.  I mean, we are all generally very polite.  I know to my health cost that no one I know would ever say “ummm Abigail, that is your third chocolate biscuit in ten minutes you may have now exceeded recommend calorie intake for today”.  I thank you for not saying it, my waistline is mine, keeping judgements to yourself is highly appreciated.

But I can totally see why people reach out for that support, knowing that you are not in a solo battle with your own willpower is helpful indeed.

I know there is some cynicism about folk having a social media presence which makes them out to be eating only green foods and running a marathon every weekend, but I, for one think it’s great.

Keep posting your weight losses, your miles run this year, your pbs over 5k, the hours you have spent meditating, the number of books you have read, the distance you have covered with an injured knee, the artwork you have created, the allotment produce you have grown, and most of all your beautiful dogs, cats and children.  I love it.  I love your success and I love celebrating it with you virtually.

Creating good habits in what is an unhealthy world is hard.  The negative judgement is within us and around us.  We are all being the best we can be and let’s keep celebrating that.

Here’s to a weekend of sharing the successes. Just so you know, my aim is to sleep 26 hours between Friday evening and Monday morning.  I’ll keep you posted on progress: 7/26 done so far.

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not my cat, not my photo

 

 

Why write a blog at all?

This blog is a totally self-indulgent attempt at creating a good habit.  A habit of writing.  I spend a lot of my day writing.  A huge amount of my work is spent writing emails.  Huge amount, I would guess at about 80% of my time is email writing and reading.  I ned to actually measure that I think.

A lot of my social life is spent writing.  Texts, WhatsApp, Facebook all feature very heavily in the organisation of my social life and the times in between meeting friends are happily spent writing to them instead.

And leisure time is often spent reading blogs, possibly not as many as I should, there are a lot of them out there.   But I really enjoy the ones I do read.  I enjoy the personal format, and the length of them. In just a few minutes there’s some food for thought without the reactions that news articles sometimes (often) arouse in me.  I struggle to read a news article without internally issuing a diatribe for or against that position.  I don’t watch soap operas and I think I crave that continuity of narrative about a person that soap operas give you.  You feel like you know the characters.  I feel I know the couple of bloggers I follow.  Obviously, I do not know them at all, I know their writing, but I enjoy dipping in and out of their blogging.

And I am trying to develop something – writing.  In a very boring reason for doing this – I enjoy writing, I love it actually, but I don’t actually do any just for fun.  This is my way of doing something I enjoy that is not an email nor a text nor minutes.  It’s just writing.  For the joy of it.  No one need read it, no one need react to it.  I am just writing for me.pexels-photo-257897.jpeg