Write Now.

Remember that promise I made to myself to spend at least thirty minutes of everyday writing? No? Well, neither do I. I mean, I remember taking the time to make the promise, but then I started a new job (not in production, sadly), made some personal changes and voila! my promise disappeared. But not to fret, dear self, I’m here to make amends! Though I can’t help but think that maybe thirty minutes a day of writing is too much to ask for in this socially connected world. Maybe spending half an hour on ourselves each day is too much to ask for. After all there’s always a new Twitter feed to read, new videos being posted on Facebook. If that’s the case, aren’t we all selling ourselves short? Facebook, for the most part, exists in the past or the future. We look at past pictures, future events – everyone’s status was updated moments ago. The internet, for all its glory, serves as a beautiful escape. At any moment we can forget the here and now and live vicariously through someone else. I’m sick of it. Because the thing is, when you’re really living, when you’re really truly busy and enjoying yourself, you hopefully are so into the present moment that you’re not thinking of updating Facebook. You’re not thinking of Tweeting at the person you’re spending an evening with. You’re just living. Why do we have this insatiable need to let everyone know what we’re doing and where we are at all times? Are we all that insecure that we need someone to “like” our status for validation? In the movie The Social Network Mark Zuckerberg is depicted (perhaps unfairly) as a socially awkward nerd who just wants to be liked, but who doesn’t know how to likeable. I know don’t know Mark Zuckerberg, so I can’t make a statement about his personal character, but it does speak to some universal truth: that we all want to be liked. We want people to like our status, retweet our witty thoughts. The internet is just a different way to be deemed popular. So I’m making a new promise to myself: I’m going to spend less time on the internet. This is really just a backwards way of getting myself to write more, but instead of surfing, I’ll be writing, talking to friends in person. Doing yoga, cooking, editing short films and being in the present. I’ll ignore the notifications on my phone telling me someone liked my blog post. I’ll ignore all the tweets, if you really want to talk to me, call me. I dare you.