Often I ask, what am I doing? Wasting hours on social media, scrolling through photos tactfully created so that I fill with envy.
I wake up late. Go to work. Try to stay present at work. Check my social media. Stay late at work. Come home. Anxiously, and unmeaning to, I occupy myself with social media until midnight. My weekends aren’t much different, except there are more unfulfilled promises I make to do greater. If I’m really lonely, I’ll hit a bar and drink way too much.
I want more with my life. I want to hike early in the morning. I want to go to yoga on my lunch break. I want to get lost in creating art, making space, connecting with new people. I want to find secret places to dance my face off. I want to read books in new parks, volunteer and fight for what I believe, attend lectures of brilliant minds–minds that that different than mine.
I’m over internet platforms that suck me in. Where is the app that pushes me out?
I want to stop waiting for life to happen. I want to begin DOING.