Seven Times

Placing the correct limitations on oneself can result in the sense of abundance, regarding time. I’ve shifted my internet blocker to activate an hour earlier than it had been, which was a pleasant surprise when it kicked in when I wasn’t expecting it. I’m an advocate for tools and techniques that save us from ourselves. I have a five minute limit on the browser on my phone, for essentials, emergencies and functional necessities when required, which is wonderful. 

Aside from communication and organisation, the darn thing has nothing to lure me from the given moment, and I can feel a sense of space and growing solitude budding once more. We must make peace with God’s presence in the given moment, rather than fleeing from Him minute after minute, day after day, to make false gods of our obsessions and predilections. Myself, I fall, get back up, dust myself off and slowly forget most of what I learnt until I fall down again. 

I’m shooting to fall seven times a day. Something tells me that might be just right.