My computer died last week. A slow, painful, viral death. Fortunately for me, my brother-in-law is a computer surgeon...and works computer miracles.
I was forced to go several days without access to the outside world. It was painful at first. And oh so revealing. I can't tell you how many times I mindlessly walked to the computer thinking I'd quickly check my bank statement, or look up a recipe, or look at my inbox, or turn on Pandora, or stream Speed Racer from Hulu. I'm addicted. And I didn't even know it.
I had to come up with other things to fill my time. Things like;
Playing Memory with my boy. (Who, by the way, "wasted" me every time. And I was actually TRYING.)
And baking Christmas cookies with my girl.
And having wild dance gymnastics on the kitchen counters. My kids can boogie.
So, while it was a painful mandatory break in the beginning, it turned out to be a blessing. I didn't realize just how much time I waste poking around on the computer. I've given myself some limits. I might have to take some drastic measures.
Facebook, you might just have to go if I'm ever going to have a chance at toasting that smug little Memory Champion.