I’m hooked on my devices. Not hooked enough to stop me feeling superior to those folk who walk down the street with their eyes locked onto their phone screens. I can hold a conversation without the need to check my phone.

But still, like almost everyone, I’m hooked to a degree. I can feel a little restless sometimes, without some screen or other to provide me with that instant hit of entertainment or distraction.

But a problem recognised is a step towards a solution. And I have learnt to appreciate, if nothing else, going for a walk without the possibility of The Phone’s Ringing, or beeping, or beckoning to contend with.

I’d like to limit it further. It’s helped that my computer is still on the blink. Mainly because it’s made me think about my own addiction to these strange modern machines a little bit more.

The truth is that I know I’m happier and more at peace when I’m reading a book (for instance) than when I’m technologising.

So it’s not rocket science to know the direction I should be heading. Having said that, I do expect I’ll need to return to the subject here in my bloggy self therapy sessions, at some point.

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