There’s a lot to be said about downtime from digital devices. It’s like taking a vacation from all your routines. Traveling frees us of feeling we must do a blow-by-blow of everyday; when we do post something, it seems to mean more. More than anything, I know there’s no reason (or need) to apologize or explain after such time away.
Peter has accused me of being addicted to staying in touch on-line and he might have a point. I DO like knowing what’s going on with my friends, and it DOES seem like FaceBook is where “all my worlds collide” — farflung family, high school and college friends, Uppies, Seattle-ites, state arts folks, locals I don’t see nearly often enough. I don’t know that it matters to them, but it matters to ME to see new photos, express birthday greetings, be on the receiving end of some inspiration, share a little music once in a while, read their writings… whatever.
However, this summer I found that when really busy with other obligations, my correspondence via FaceBook dropped in direct proportion; I’d squeeze in a few minutes per day rather than several 10-to-15 minute sessions over and over. It didn’t seem to “hurt” much. Of course, having some IN-PERSON TIME with many folks this year (some of whom I hadn’t seen in years or even decades) made up for it!!!!
And we live in a place where we DON’T always have access. I don’t know that I ever appreciated lack of cell phone coverage until our reception went out just minutes after I’d heard from my sister Judy that my mom had died. As we were driving south from Pinedale, Peter and I shared memories of Mother, quietly. It meant a lot to have that time together. Then, when we reached the next place with any bars (Farson!), I had just enough time to talk to my sister Joan before the signal cut out again, not to come back until Rock Springs. (Note: This might be something only those who drive great distances in the West or who live in rural areas will truly understand.)
But I *am* starting to take some steps toward lightening my techno-load in some easy ways, which have helped.
My friends Stephen and Lisa Dyer have turned me on to the notion of “Unplugged Sunday.” Check out this blog post where he explains the idea in a light-hearted way — that is to say, everyone deserves a break from immediate contact (or even the notion that constant access is a requirement to a full life).
It’s only a little ironic that I know about this from Lisa’s blog (and I receive new postings by e-mail), that I read his piece on-line, that you can like Unpugged Sunday on FB, and I’m sharing it here on my blog (which will *also* roll over onto FaceBook.) Such is life.
I’m going to take his advice and take it just one Sunday at a time, with the notion that doing so doesn’t increase my “Saturday to do list.”
Try it with me?
Let’s stay in touch (of course, electronically) about how this works for us!