The year is 2020, and the world seems to be nothing but chaos.
I have come to believe that while there are temporal aspects to it, this year is really the physical manifestation of a massive spiritual war.
It reminds me of a scene from Steven Spielberg’s movie Hook:
Captain James Hook:
Hear me, men. For reasons of good form, I have decided that this so-called Pan will return in three days to commence the arbitrament of the sword. Smee, translate.
In three days, we’re gonna have a war! A battle between good and evil to the death!
The thing of it is, I have not been fighting efficiently. At times, I know I gained a lot of ground, only to lose it the following days, weeks, or months. This is becoming a war of attrition with multiple fronts, and inevitably I become fatigued and lose.
Since late June or early July, I have been feeling the pull to become more specialized in how I fight for a good life. Most things are out of my control, but not how I react to them.
When people are overstimulated, they become their worst selves.
I am going into monk mode to stop the overstimulation.
I will be writing about the mental, physical and spiritual differences that happen day by day during this time of reflection.
I didn’t have an alarm set the night before. I wanted to start off peaceful, relaxed, and open to whatever change was to come.
I slept in till the glorious hour of 7:30 am. I took some new supplements I bought and worked out while being constantly interrupted by my wife and children. I didn’t mind, I just kept going back to it after they were taken care of.
My wife has been with the kids all day and night since early April, this was her first day away from everyone, and I was happy for her.
The kids and I cleaned for a bit, rode ATVs, played in the woods, etc. and I noticed that every time I stopped being active, I wanted to check my phone.
I had deleted the Twitter app from my phone the previous day, but I could still look at it from the internet browser app. I couldn’t believe how much of a draw I had to look at Twitter to see if I had missed anything.
My family ate Chinese that night, watched The Mighty Ducks, and did an ATV night drive until 10 pm. My wife and I hung out till 11, and we slept in till 8:30 this morning.
Going into monk mode has given me a lot of clarity about the draw of social media, how addictive news is, and being too up to date. Knowing all the bad news everywhere as it is happening is depressing.
I know a ton of stuff happened yesterday in the news cycle, a guru ran a flash sale, and the only part of me that missed it was the part who likes trouble.
I have decided to read the newspaper as my only source of news. It isn’t immediate, it is delayed, and it doesn’t seem to be as reactionary. I will pop on Twitter to post links to this article and email, glance at my notifications, and get off.
Looking forward to journaling about Day 2 tomorrow.