It’s been seven months.

No scrolling.
No feeds.
No “just a quick check” that turns into 20 minutes.

And yet… somehow… still checking my phone.

A lot.

Not for anything specific.

Just… checking.

Email? No.
Texts? No.
Weather? Already checked. Twice.

It’s like my hand just picks it up out of habit, as if something exciting might have magically appeared since the last time I looked 30 seconds ago.

(It hasn’t.)

But even with that, something has shifted.

My attention feels less scattered.
Less pulled in a hundred directions.
Less dependent on what’s happening “out there.”

I didn’t realize how much I was using scrolling to look for something—
meaning, distraction, connection, maybe even a version of myself.

Now, there’s more space.

And in that space, I get to choose.

What I look at.
What I give my energy to.
How I move through the day.

The empty moments are still the most interesting.

Waiting in line. Sitting in the car. Pausing between things.

That’s when the urge shows up strongest.
Like… surely there’s something I should be consuming right now?

But there isn’t.

I’ve been filling my time a little differently.

With projects that actually feel good to work on.
Things that are heart-led and, surprisingly, don’t require refreshing anything.

I’ve been saying yes to teaching opportunities that stretch me—
the kind that make me slightly nervous but in a way that feels right.

The kind of growth you can’t scroll your way into.

It’s hard to believe I only have five months left.

At the beginning, this felt like a huge, almost unrealistic commitment.

Now it just feels like… my life.

A quieter one. A more intentional one.

(A slightly more phone-checking-than-I’d-like one, but we’re working on it.)

I do think, at the end of this, I’ll be able to return to social media differently.

With more awareness.
More boundaries.
Less automatic reaching.

A healthier relationship with the apps, and honestly, with my phone in general.

But I’m not there yet.

Still noticing.
Still catching myself mid-check.
Still putting the phone down… and then picking it back up five minutes later for absolutely no reason.

Work in progress.

But a meaningful one.