Improving my life was as easy as watching Netflix.
BAHAHAHA . . . yeah, right.
I took a break from Facebook in the month between my birthday and Christmas. I had already taken a ten day break and gotten back into my old habits of endlessly scrolling. That was when I realized that I required a serious detox; I was facing the holidays, the last few weeks of the semester, and the possible onset of seasonal depression. I quit cold turkey and loved it. I was better able to focus, I was more productive, I "had more time," and felt better overall.
The thing about social media is that it occupies my time, my brain, my eyes, and my hands. So if I'm scrolling, that is pretty much all I'm doing. This became apparent when I found myself looking to occupy myself while nursing. Phone in hand, but "unable" to access Facebook, I searched my apps and arrived in YouTube. I know that ideally I would have filled this gap in my behavior by reading a book, but trading up is better than staying where you are.
My stint on YouTube taught me the importance of knowing what I want from my media. Was I hoping to learn something? Feel something? Even if I was just looking to be entertained, making the conscious decision and searching for something that I was interested in was a more direct and efficient way of being entertained than Facebook scrolling. I found some vloggers I really enjoyed and learned a bit more about psychology, home, and financial planning. I tried to find videos that made me excited to do and be more. And, because I could passively watch, I could do other things at the same time.
I didn't give up my phone. It's actually possible that I used my phone even more. But I also used it more mindfully than I had been using it. Yeah, I watched a ton of Netflix. Like, I binged this ridiculous cop show that stars Josh Groban in less than a week. But I also got back in the habit of running every day. I gave back into my love of true crime via podcast, but I also got my dishes done, read my scriptures, and did some laundry. I don't want to tell you that giving up Facebook made me into Wonder Woman, but as I look back on winters past, I've done much better thus far. I still have days when I lose my patience and yell at my kids, have a messy house, or think I've submitted an assignment when I haven't. The difference is that I haven't spiralled out of control and continued to berate myself for all the ways I'm failing while compounding the problem by wasting more time and comparing myself against Facebook's Greatest Hits.
This wasn't a scientific study. I didn't isolate variables, so there's no way for me to know if this was a correlative or a causative relation. However, in Charles Duhigg's The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business, Duhigg describes something he calls keystone habits. Keystone habits are changes in routine that when implemented, are catalysts toward greater transformations than many other possible habits. Exercise and getting up earlier are keystone habits. I feel like for me, giving up Facebook was one of these keystone habits.
As I approached the designated end to this experiment, I debated coming back. I'm afraid of a relapse. However, I cling to the concept that social media links me with friends and family that I am not ambitious enough to keep in touch with by more traditional means. So, I'm back, but I'm aware. I've set up some rules for myself so that I maintain control. I only log into Facebook on a computer, not on my phone. Rather than being an everyday occurrence, I'll pop in once a week ("Facebook Fridays!" *Gagging* How do I live with myself?) for half an hour. Limiting my time makes it more likely that as I'm logged in, I'll have specific people I'll want to check in on.
I heard an analogy in church once. Technology is a tool. We wouldn't grab a hammer and just start hitting things with it. We wouldn't find ourselves holding a hammer and think, "Hmm . . . I wonder what I could fix with this?" Rather, when we were working on a project that required a hammer, we'd fetch the hammer. My Facebook habits were me wandering aimlessly with a hammer, hitting random things and hoping I'd get something out of the experience. Surprise, surprise: I didn't. Ironically, I got much more out of intentionally binging Netflix. So, I guess what I'm saying here is: whatever you do, do it with purpose.
The end.
