Indulging in Netflix — Not What it Sounds like

When thinking about this topic, the first thing that came to mind was Netflix. Comedies, dramas, mysteries, thrillers, I watched them all. Not just watched, binge watched. Seven seasons? I could do that in a week. I’d always say, just one episode, then I’ll write, but I can’t think of a time I only watched a single episode.

My writing suffered and I had to recognize the truth. Netflix wasn’t an indulgence. It was procrastination that had gone beyond just starting my workday later. It had begun to torpedo my writing.

Now I’m forcing myself to see it for what it is. Part of it has to do with disappointment over not achieving my goal from supporting myself through writing within year and another is feeling like my writing isn’t much good (what writer doesn’t suffer from impostor syndrome?)

As I work through these issues and re-imagine my writing future, I have put Netflix on hold. Perhaps once I reinvigorate my writing life, I can use it as a real indulgence, something I let myself do once in a while. For now, though, I am focusing on making writing once more feel like the most decadent indulgence of them all.