Getting my weekly screen time summary every Sunday is one of the most unsettling parts of my week. Even when I think I’ve done good, somehow it has increased by 13%. Thankfully, I finally found one simple hack that makes reducing screen time easier than ever.
The trick? Letting the depressive slump overtake my body while lying lifelessly on the floor.
Listen, I wasn’t going to be productive anyway, and now I get to experience the joy of reducing my screen time while wallowing in the terror of my own struggles.
The floor is the perfect resting place for a depression nap because it offers such a diverse array of emotions. On one hand, it’s wildly uncomfortable. The surface is hard, my body is contorted in a way that concerns human anatomy, and the occasional spider wanders past on a journey of his own. And yet, I never want to get up.
The floor is beautiful. It’s a foreign location that’s only explored in times of true hardship. I respect the floor for its stability.
Time operates differently when you’re on the floor. Hours feel like minutes, and before you know it, half of your day has passed. Reducing screen time has never been easier.
Sunday comes along, and I’m no longer fearful of my screen time notification. In fact, I’m excited to see how low it has dropped. Sure, mentally I’m at an all time low, but that one minute of joy when I see my weekly average is worth all the pain.
Each week I strive to do better than the last. There is no limit to what I can achieve when I lie on the floor. I’m one with the surface and connected to the ground. I am hardwood, I am carpet, I am tile. I am anything and everything I set my mind to.
