I’ve been compelled to do a lot of simplification lately. While I’m not exactly sure what prompted it, it has been satisfying. Maybe it was being in the presence of a Buddhist monk while he blessed the singing bowl I just purchased from him; maybe it’s a sense of impending death; or maybe I just needed to get a whole lot of crap under control – it doesn’t matter.
The major simplification completed recently was disconnecting from all social media. (Does this blog count as social media? I have considered stopping it, too). It’s not like social media consumed a lot of my time, but even that little amount of time consumed too much headspace. I’ll leave it at that. At first, I thought it wouldn’t last long. Surprisingly, I’m not missing it at all. But, maybe a little surprising was that my lack of presence really hadn’t been missed. Or, maybe people think I’m dead but are afraid to ask.
A friend who obviously knew I was alive as we were having a conversation at the time noted she saw I that I had “disappeared.” I did get a random text from someone I get random texts from anyway – not checking in, just sharing information about a former colleague. Was that a veiled attempt to check? I don’t know.
It really doesn’t matter because I’m happily disconnected (or mostly disconnected if this counts). Just disconnected, not dead.
Recharting at a new latitude 