One of my goals this year is to spend less time on the Internet (oh, the irony, as I write this blog) reading vacuous material and more time in the real word reading real books of substance.
My brother told me about this book over a year ago. I avoided reading it because I think I already knew what it would tell me.
I spent the last month hardly tied to my phone which was incredibly liberating. Of course, with the holidays and the illness rampant in my house as well as my dad’s hospitalization, there wasn’t enough time in my day to waste on surfing photos on Instagram. Now that life has returned to some semblance of normal – the kids are back in school, my dad is home and recuperating and I am back to work – I find myself wanting to go back to old habits. My brain wants its drug back. I really hope reading this book sets me straight.