Yes!! Haha. I loved this “old dial-up modems with their unforgettable screeching sounds that felt like your computer was having a conversation with aliens.” I would sing along to it. And snake was my favorite. But you bring up a great point overall, and for me personally, posting with intention has been at the forefront of my mind. I agree there’s a way to do it mindlessly and there’s a way to do it with purpose and have a goal. I love the idea of screen free zones. Since I started not bringing my phone into the bedroom at night, it’s forced me to come face-to-face with the fact that I can feel myself yearning for it, but also allow me to truly disconnect.
That screechy alien chorus really was the soundtrack of a different era!
What you’re noticing — that yearning when the phone isn’t there — is such a real and brave thing to name. It’s like facing the raw edge of our own habits and distractions. I’ve been sitting with the idea lately that the road to freedom is actually lined with discipline. Not in a rigid or punishing way, but in that quiet, consistent choice to be present with ourselves rather than escape into the feed. Not just avoiding the noise, but consciously choosing signal. Thanks for sharing this, I always enjoy your reflections
Yes!! Haha. I loved this “old dial-up modems with their unforgettable screeching sounds that felt like your computer was having a conversation with aliens.” I would sing along to it. And snake was my favorite. But you bring up a great point overall, and for me personally, posting with intention has been at the forefront of my mind. I agree there’s a way to do it mindlessly and there’s a way to do it with purpose and have a goal. I love the idea of screen free zones. Since I started not bringing my phone into the bedroom at night, it’s forced me to come face-to-face with the fact that I can feel myself yearning for it, but also allow me to truly disconnect.
That screechy alien chorus really was the soundtrack of a different era!
What you’re noticing — that yearning when the phone isn’t there — is such a real and brave thing to name. It’s like facing the raw edge of our own habits and distractions. I’ve been sitting with the idea lately that the road to freedom is actually lined with discipline. Not in a rigid or punishing way, but in that quiet, consistent choice to be present with ourselves rather than escape into the feed. Not just avoiding the noise, but consciously choosing signal. Thanks for sharing this, I always enjoy your reflections
This right here... "the road to freedom is actually lined with discipline" yes! And thank you, I always enjoy your posts 🫶🏻