The Resistance and Acceptance of Change
Medium took away the ability to write stories on the mobile app. That made me think of how change affects other areas of my life.
I don’t do well with change. Change has been an antagonist throughout my journey that surprisingly turns into the protagonist of my story. It’s uncomfortable, and I’m the type who doesn’t like to budge out of my warm cozy bed on a cold winter morning.
I will hit snooze on the alarm clock until I can no longer afford to hit it off. I like comfort, and as I become more enlightened and wiser, I realize that a convenience is usually a place I have to be rescued from. Before I go deeper down that rabbit hole, let me get back to why I’m writing this.
I’m writing this because I want to address Medium's change to the mobile app. I’m surprised I haven’t read any other articles about this, but I know they exist. Since I became a member in June of 2020, I’ve enjoyed the comfort of being able to start writing whatever came to my mind while I’m either cooking in my kitchen or lying in my bed. I wrote many of my best poems and articles under my covers in the darkness before dawn.
I wondered why I stopped doing that? Maybe it’s my return to music and creating a YouTube channel? Perhaps I’m more distracted? Am I spending too much time on Instagram creating the reels I’ve been making?
Something has taken me away from writing consistently. There are only 24 hours in a day, and it just doesn’t seem like I ever have enough time. Ok, enough excuses because we choose to make time. I decided to sit still on my laptop and write this article.
I think I started taking for granted how many options of devices I had to write with, and now that I don’t have anymore, I have to be intentional about the time I choose to write. Since the mobile option has been taken away, I have to type on my laptop when I work at night or write in my sonic sanctuary, aka my studio. I also take my studio for granted because I don’t utilize it as much as I should.
There was a time my studio room was my stepkid’s room. First, it was the youngest, then the older sister went to college, so she moved out. I briefly set up my equipment and had the…