Intersitial logging
In which we clear the air of the scent of burning plastic and self-delusion.
In which we clear the air of the scent of burning plastic and self-delusion.
Back in March I started a digital declutter. There are lots of posts about how those things start, but not many about how it’s going. These are some things I have been doing that have helped me feel more focused and intentional.
I’ve got a life-long habit of spinning up virtual people and arguing with them, which is to say a life-long habit of telling stories to myself that aren’t true. It’s tough to break, and I haven’t broken it. But I’ve added a little thing to the loop.
I put some thought into how to apply digital minimalism. This is due for a rewrite and update, but it might spark some thought for people considering how to take a step back and clean out their digital closets.
Once we recognize that all things are impermanent, we have no problem enjoying them.
‘We don’t deserve resolution; we deserve something better than that. We deserve our birthright, which is the middle way, an open state of mind that can relax with paradox and ambiguity.’
Longing for a remembered state of perfect presence is to not be present with this imperfection.
An early pandemic moment of gratitude.
This is about a supplemental habit I’ve picked up to go along with my recent anti-story practice, and it’s also a mini-review of the DayOne app. I’ve known for a while that it’s good for me to have some sort of journaling to help deal with ADHD. I slip in and out of it, and use a variety of means to journal, including this blog, plain text files, and physical notebooks . For a while, my practice involved a pair of daily entries meant to help me figure out the day ahead, then retrospect. It evolved from something I learned from one of my commanders at Fort Bragg, who started and ended each day with a sheet of legal paper she kept by her keyboard. ...