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Candy Crush Confession

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By Claire Bischoff

“Mom!” At the sound of my four-year-old’s voice, my eyes snapped open. “It’s your turn.” Turns out I had fallen asleep sitting up in the middle of our checker game, in the middle of the living room, in the middle of the day. With an internal promise to allow myself to take a nap once my son went down for his, we finished the checker game (with me struggling to keep my eyes open the whole way), I read him a few books, and then I tucked him in for his nap.

Then, rather thafile5901240433821n take the nap my almost 30-week pregnant body was craving, I started playing Candy Crush on my husband’s old iPhone, a phone with so many cracks in the face that you sometimes can’t get certain finger swipes to work. I told myself I would play “just one game” before lying down for a nap. Thirty minutes later, I admitted to myself that I would keep playing until the game locked me out for the day and that I would not have time for a nap before we had to pick my older son up from school. Even as I was playing, a line from the book of Romans kept cycling through my brain: “I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want…”(Romans 7:15).

I am a bit perplexed by my seeming addiction to Candy Crush, as I have never been a “gamer” in any sense of this term. In Romans, Paul goes on to write: “For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I do.  Now if I do what I do not want, it is no longer I that do it, but sin that dwells within me” (Romans 7:19-20). Certainly, it might be going a bit far to call an innocuous game like Candy Crush “evil” and to relegate my playing of it to the realm of sin. And yet countless times over the past month, I have found myself, phone in hand, playing this game even though I was not really enjoying it or using it to avoid facing head on parts of my life (emotions, relationships, arduous tasks) that would have been better dealt with now instead of in that ever-receding future of “when I beat the next level.” Inasmuch as there are times when I am swiping away, yet not feeling in control, I wonder whether concepts like sin and evil, which have fallen out of favor in many Christian contexts, might be of use in understanding our complex relationships to the (addictive) media of our time.

And yet even as I contemplate kicking the habit for good, or at least taking a good long fast from it, I do not want to be too hard on myself. If I have learned anything in my work this past year to heal from an eating disorder, it is that the behaviors that turn out to be maladaptive in the long-term often start as our well-meaning, albeit doomed, attempts to meet our very real needs. So while Candy Crush is currently getting in the way of writing projects that are past deadlines and actually connecting with my husband (instead of the parallel playing on our respective devices that marks many evenings in our house), at the beginning, I wanted to be playing it. I was attracted to it for some reason. So what needs did this downloadable phenomenon meet in my life?

I feel more than a bit sheepish admitting this, but the first thing I get out of this game is a sense of accomplishment. I actually feel proud when I get past a level that has been giving me a hard time. Conversely, in my work as a part-time stay-at-home mom and part-time adjunct professor, I very rarely feel accomplished. The endless cycle of clothes to be washed and folded, meals to be cooked and served, and surfaces to be cleared and cleaned leaves me exhausted and overwhelmed, not proud and satisfied. Just as I am ready to pat myself on the back for coming up with a creative solution to a recurring problem with my sons at home, a new developmental conundrum sneaks up to bite me in the you-know-what, leaving me with the sense that I am always behind the learning curve of parenting. And in my teaching I strive to be an engaging and relevant presence in class and on discussion boards, but I rarely get to see the growth that may result from the seeds that are planted in my courses. In this sense, my Candy Crush habit may be signaling that I need to find a leisure activity that would bring me true enjoyment (rather than mind-numbing, time-passing lethargy) and a much needed sense of getting something done well.

Second, playing this game gives me a much needed excuse to rest and do (next to) nothing. As I suppose is file0002105100289the case for many parents, I often feel as if my whole day is dominated by to do’s. If my sons unexpectedly decide to play cooperatively together, I pay a few bills. If I somehow finish grading student papers before the meter on the baby-sitter runs out, I catch up on laundry. And this sense of always having something to do is only reinforced by being part of the academy, where the ideal is that we constantly are researching, writing, and presenting (and maybe even improving our teaching). Both as a parent and an academic, I have not learned well how to rest or how to appreciate doing nothing as something positive rather than a sign of my lack of self worth. In this sense, what I need is not more time to play Candy Crush but rather a practice of keeping Sabbath to help me resist my tendency toward too much work. While it seems unimaginable to cease from work for one whole day a week (what would I do with my children?), it may be possible to practice a daily and abbreviated Sabbath with the purpose of more actively giving myself permission to just be.

I hold out hope that as I seek other ways to feel accomplished and attend more to the place of rest and true leisure in my life, the hold Candy Crush has on me will lessen and eventually fall be the wayside completely.

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