Being a starting solopreneur is trading cofounders and employees for time, but also personal growth. Every day, willpower and working hours quickly run out. It appears urgent to do more of what matters, doing less of what doesn't.
In this aspect, minimalism is three-dimensional: both physical and intellectual, but also digital. There is a need to undigitize, to automate, or to simply eliminate some aspects of our numerical counterpart.
I believe deep work to be the root of productivity. I can go deeper into my work by practicing digital minimalism wherever it is relevant.
Back in Telecom engineering school, I was taught the Internet is simply a network of networks. In a similar fashion, we can consider the Internet is a community of communities. You can try belonging everywhere, but in the end, it's the surest way to not belong anywhere. Moving out of online communities which do not bring you any form of fulfillment is healthy to you, and thus others. Owing to this point I left Product Hunt Makers to focus on Makerlog and Indie Hackers, and I envision leaving Facebook in favor of Twitter, Instagram, and other communities I'd like to try, such as Venture Cost.
Facebook easily takes me one hour a day, I'd rather spend it on something else: having a meaningful video call with a friend, reading a book, or creating something new. One hour a day compounds to 3650 hours over ten years - enough to cross some items in your bucket list.
Social networks benefit to creators first and foremost. This thought inspired me a habit of "Log in to Create", meaning to visit a given social network with the intention to contribute before beginning to browse and consume a feed.
Another habit I started taking is offline writing. I wake up, have breakfast, and sit down to my desk to write down my thoughts or document experiences from the day before. I then log in 200WaD for the editing work. I almost forgot how good it feels to hold a pen and materialize thoughts in the world, on a piece of paper. There is no Grammarly to stop the flow of ideas, no tab to distract me. Only the sound of the wind in the trees, the cars crushing the road, and me bleeding ink.