Unplugging over the last week has been amazing. To my embarrassment the first few days were actually quite a struggle. Whenever I felt bored or restless I would habitually migrate over to the computer, hoping to bleed off some of the discomfort by checking in on what others were doing out in the big wide world. In the long stretch of quiet, I realized how much I’ve been looking outside myself for validation, entertainment, inspiration and meaning. Yuck.
As the quiet days progressed I could again hear my own voice. Every day it got louder and took up more space, which in turn pushed out all of the other unnecessary chatter and noise. Chris and the kids commented so many times on how much nicer it was that I was present and here rather than on the computer all of the time. How humiliating really.
Instead of checking Twitter and surfing blogs I read a stack of books, journaled, walked for hours with the kids and sewed a pair of curtains. I participated fully in my life.
While technology can be such a gift, it can just as easily become a curse too. I don’t want to be hiding in the bleachers, watching others live extraordinary lives because I’m afraid of looking or feeling foolish. I want to be living full out and as true to myself as possible. Ultimately “the world out there” would have little to no impact on my decisions or direction.