No, this really isn't about George Michael's Freedom 90 anthem. That's just the earworm that springs to mind when I think about Freedom.That and "the Iraqi people don't love freedom," but that one irritates me.
I started using a program this week called Freedom. You can get it for Windows or Macs for $10. Basically it shuts down your internet access for as long as you designate - from 30 minutes to 8 hours. If you *have* to get to the internet, you can reboot.
I thought, oh, I don't need this.
I read my emails, do my blog post, send the notice out on the social media waters, then shut everything down to write. That works.
Pretty much.
Until I pause to think. I get these impulses, not unlike the emotional eating ones I've talked about with fasting, where I think, oh, I'll just see if anyone commented on my blog.
Or replied to my tweets.
Or sent me an email.
Or commented on my Facebook status.
Before I know it, I've lost 15 minutes.
Turns out, I really did need this.
Freedom gives me a level of relief. Maybe it's like a heroine addict taking methadone, but whatever it takes to break the habit. Now I think, oh, I should check the weather forecast, but I can't, so I keep writing. Or I think, I should Google that, but I can't, so I keep writing.
I've even extended the time now, which is funny to me. The window pops up saying I've completed my session and do I want to quit or extend. Twice I've extended. As soon as I quit, the email icon pops up and I can't not look. I extend and it's like keeping the door shut.
It's true: I'm weak and pitiful.
I'm Jeffe and I'm a webaholic.
Thank goodness I was granted the wisdom to get Freedom. Offline I go!
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