Ever since I started using Freedom.to aggressively, my phone has become a blessing rather than a curse.
The Kindle app (to read) and the WordPress app (to write) mean this thing I carry around feeds me. I am reaching into my pocket less. If I’m standing in line somewhere, I stand in line. I don’t pull out my phone to do things.
I can and do listen to good books on my phone. (Taleb’s Incerto got a complete triple play recently. Going through it three times without a break? That’s a lot of Taleb).
I can and do listen to good podcasts, and I am now avoiding bad podcasts. One in particular had many, many gems, but I had to dial it down because of the (ahem) associated externalities (Scott Adams). How to think, good. The other stuff, eh, a bit much for me. Better to read his books. Right now the good podcast I’m tracking is The Warrior Poet.
I didn’t think I would get to the point where my phone was my servant. But here I am. Accomplished by saying no. Via negativa.
I really should set up an affiliate link to make some money off my constant reference to Freedom.to. But I won’t. Money is not why I’m here, doing this. Adding money to this activity will change it.