Sometimes people talk about their inner guides, as if they are delicate soft spoken little wallflowers, hard to even hear, let alone to understand what they are trying to say.
Five
days ago I woke up with a voice like an angry parrot in my head,
telling me to get my arse off the internet.
I
made a pretty solid compromise and decided to cut my internet time
back to a maximum of one hour each day, and I have indeed been doing
that. But each evening as I fire up my countdown timer to time my
daily internet time, it seems like quite a rush to get the basics
done.
I was half expecting my inner parrot to say something like “It’s OK to use the internet for longer if you have a specific reason, as long as you don’t waste time surfing”.
But
no, today my inner parrot is saying “One hour is more than
enough, cut back all the crap you are doing". I have already cut out
most of the crap, but I can’t argue with my inner parrot. I suspect any
blog posts I do will not be long winded epic masterpieces (I’m
already writing them offline, but don’t have much spare time to
post them).
It’s not always this clear, but whatever sense of intuition I have really seems to have had enough of the internet at the moment.
