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Global Day of Unplugging, the Freewrite Way

March 02, 2025 | 3 min read

It's no secret that here at Freewrite, we're a bit obsessed with overcoming digital distractions to live your best life.

That's why we love the Global Day of Unplugging.

What is the Global Day of Unplugging?

Founded by nonprofit org Reboot, the Global Day of Unplugging has grown from a small initiative to a global movement embraced by thousands seeking relief from digital overload.

The day, typically held in March, offers people an opportunity to practice a 24-hour period of setting aside soul-sucking devices and reconnecting with ourselves, others, and the physical world around us.

But, Freewrite, you make digital devices. Why are you promoting this?

Sure, we love our tech. But at the core of our mission is a desire to create tech that enhances people's lives and helps them practice their passions β€” rather than depleting their well-being and energy.

And the philosophy behind the Global Day of Unplugging isn't actually anti-technology. It's pro-balance. Reboot promotes mindful usage rather than complete rejection of our digital tools.

The philosophy behind the Global Day of Unplugging isn't actually anti-technology. It's pro-balance.

Why Participate in the Global Day of Unplugging?

We talk about this a lot. Like here. And here and here. (See below for a list of articles.)

Studies consistently show that excessive time scrolling damages our productivity, our mental health, and our bodies. It contributes to increased stress, poor sleep quality, decreased attention spans, reduced face-to-face social interaction, and more.

Taking a deliberate break can:

  • Reset your relationship with technology
  • Reduce anxiety and improve mental clarity
  • Enhance creativity and focus
  • Strengthen in-person relationships
  • Improve sleep quality
  • Create space for neglected hobbies and activities
  • And more!

Studies consistently show that excessive time scrolling damages our productivity, our mental health, and our bodies.

How to Prepare for the Day of Unplugging

Successfully unplugging requires some advance planning.

Now, we understand that being able to disconnect completely is, for many, a privilege modern life doesn't afford. Between work responsibilities and family safety concerns, different people will be able to achieve different levels of "unplugging."

Here's how we suggest preparing:

  1. Set clear boundaries.Decide exactly when your unplugging period will begin and end. Communicate these boundaries to friends, family, and colleagues so they understand your temporary unavailability. Consider setting up an auto-responder for emails and messages explaining your digital break.
  2. Create a plan. Decide what you're going to do with your offline time, and assemble the items that will help you focus. If you know what you're going to do, you're less likely to reach for your phone out of boredom. Suggested activities: writing, reading, doing a craft, cycling, going for a nature walk, playing a board game, going to the dog park, cooking a special meal, or simply commiting to unstructured time to daydream.
  3. Put your phone away.While some people may be able to completely turn off their phones, if you can't due to certain responsibilities, simply treat it like a landline. Leave it in one room of the house and do your activities in another.
  4. And, of course, charge your Freewrite.That way, you're ready to take it on the go for the Global Day of Unplugging. Go write at the park, or a museum, or the zoo, or anywhere else you can think of!

Further Reading

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I spent a decade correcting people's grammar. (Not in an insufferable way. I was getting paid to do it.) Now I write without correcting my own.

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Whether he's acting or writing, Wesley MacInnes finds a starting point for each creative project in freewriting.

September 10, 2026 2 min read

The winning short story in the 2026 Freewrite 500 is "Deathbed Victory" by Rocky Halpern.

I wish my mother could be a little less enthusiastic about losing weight from chemotherapy. Her sharp wrists and angular neck are trophies others remark upon. They look past her hair and eyebrows that are like hay carried away by a thunderstorm and ask if she’s doing keto or mediterranean.Β 

The world is mesmerized by shrinking things. Mini candy bars, happy meal toys, tiny dogs that fit inside a purse, dollhouses, adults who weigh as much as children.Β 

My mother wants me to go on Ozempic. I sit next to her hospital bed, and she wraps her wisp of a hand around my thick, pulsing wrist. She asks me to dream of wearing matching bikinis on the shores of a tropical beach. She wants me to share in her religion, recite the sacred text: Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.Β 

But chemo has rubbed her tastebuds down to a dull throb, so what does she know about it anyway?Β 

She dozes off as evening begins to creep. The TV mounted to the wall across from the bed plays a muted rerun of Friends, the one where Monica wears a fatsuit. She is half my size, at least. I turn off the TV, let go of my mother’s hand, and head toward the cafeteria.Β 

I examine limp premade salads, gray tuna fish sandwiches, and an unmanned make-your-own smoothie station. Eating dinner here doesn’t leave me with much of an appetite. Maybe I don’t need weight loss medication after all, I can just skulk the halls and wonder how much time we have left together.Β 

How much of that time will my mother spend wishing there was less of me?Β 

How much less of her can there be before she disappears?Β 

A nurse is checking her vitals when I return to the room. My mother looks at me, laughs softly, and asks the nurse, Can you believe she used to fit inside of me?Β 

I think of how we must have been, her warm body encasing mine like a bacon-wrapped date. I wonder if she ate hot fudge sundaes when she was pregnant with me. I wonder if there is a single moment of her life where she didn’t feel terrified of her body.Β 

My mother is a ghost and it’s the proudest she’s ever been, her deathbed victory lap. Somewhere, Jenny Craig sheds a tear and whispers into the ether, It’s not just about losing weight; it's about gaining life.