A funny thing happened when I lost access to my Netflix account. I decided to do nothing about it to see if I would really miss it. While there have been moments late in the evening when I am restlessly looking for something to do besides what I should be doing, which is sleeping, for the most part I haven’t noticed. I haven’t missed it.

More importantly, however, I have had more time. I have had more to work on things that I’ve been putting off, things that matter. I’m writing more, doing more creative projects, and having more ideas. I feel more open and receptive to what I’m called to do from, as opposed to feeling like my attention is being pulled toward some distraction.

While there are movies and series I enjoy watching, the truth is that I’ve lived long enough to remember a time before Netflix, or streaming services in general, and I kind of yearn for it. I miss being bored. I miss not having immediate access to so many options and having to find something to do. I miss doing nothing, having no distractions, and enjoying the quiet.

As I write, I’m reminded that this isn’t about Netflix. Netflix is a service, a symptom. I could be talking about YouTube, Facebook, or Disney+.

This is about distractions and what we do or who we are when we don’t have them. It’s about is finding ways to create more space and openness in our lives so that we have the energy and attention for that which truly matters to us.

When I think about the things I want to accomplish and experience in this life, binge-watching Black Sails or re-watchingThe Matrix for the hundredth time is not high on that list. But distraction is more convenient and more comfortable than doing work that matters because work that matters means that I might fail.