I had become addicted to reading the San Diego Union-Tribune. Each morning I’d crawl back into bed with my cup of green tea and savor every page. I’d peruse in this order: front page, local, obits, Dear Abby & the crossword puzzle. Sometimes, especially toward the end of the week, it would take me over an hour, which I knew was a complete waste of time.
About a year ago I got angry at the publisher for not printing the Doonesbury cartoon for a week because he didn’t agree with the women’s rights message. So I called up the paper and cancelled my subscription. It was one of the best things I’ve ever done.
Since I quit reading the paper, my morning tea tastes smoother, the birds on my patio sing sweeter and the begonia pinks are brighter. I don’t need to read the weather report; I pay attention now and touch my fingers to the glass. I don’t check my phone or computer until my writing practice is over. My pen flows over the page with a contentment of my own thoughts and emotions, not tainted by world cries, local politics or other people’s views.
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