Yesterday I wasted my life.
I spent about 10 hours binge watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It’s a show of comedy. It made me laugh out loud – LOL – that was fun. It made me feel good. Drew me in. Not bad.
But right around the 6th hour I hit a wall. “Man, I should really do something. Read. Pray. Write. Something.”
I moved lazily from my perch on the couch, mumbling to my roommate, something of the intention to go read. Progress. At least I was moving. Or, the road to hell is paved with good intentions?
I made it up to my room. Took a shower. Opened my laptop to check email real quick. And then, almost without thinking, Hulu popped up in my browser.
“Eh,” I said to myself. “My eyes are too tired to read.”
Today, I woke up soul sucked. What’s that thing about everything in moderation? Oh yeah. It’s supposed to be healthy.
Freedom. Expression. Love. Life words…
Yesterday, I allowed myself, albeit offered my wrists up in surrender, to be hog tied and bound, to someone else’s creativity in flat screen form. Yesterday, I found no one to love, least of all myself.
Life words. The words I lean into because they bring me more of the life I want to write, to read, to live.
Life words. Not just words for my life…words that give me life.
Let’s try again today.