From that definition — I’m not on vacation. This week, I’m traveling back in time. Back to a land of endless rows of corn, endless conversations at the local diner, and endless unhurried minutes stretched out to the horizon. I’m in Iowa. It’s hot, humid, and rather pleasant (in my metabolism-challenged opinion).
Trouble occurs where the real world collides with the old. Wi-fi hasn’t quite made a splash in this tiny burg. I’ve gone four days without access to my laptop’s email program and most of my work. That’s far more stifling to me than the 97 degree days with 100% humidity.
Today we’ve zigzagged thirteen miles to an oasis of the 21st century. Because my time at this little internet cafe is limited, so are the contents of this post.
I’ve had four LONG days to contemplate my state of “unplugged-ness.” Days one and two, I felt hyper and almost panicky about what was transpiring in the cyber world without me. What was I missing? Was I leaving questions unanswered – Facebook and Twitter posts suspended in space? My lesson learned here is spelled B-R-E-A-T-H-E.
I guess I’ll find out the next time we blaze the trail to this cafe. For now, this post gains the bulk of my limited attention. When I arrive home, there will be time to slog through my emails, dig through Facebook links and posts, answer questions that come to my website — RebuildingWellness, etc.
But … for now, I’m unplugged.
And maybe that’s not such a bad thing.