I was gone

 

(Actual photo of nothing. Because that's what I took photo of this weekend. Photo Credit: Me)
 

I did something I haven't done in awhile this weekend; I disappeared. I mean, like, gone.

I spent some time with my nuclear and extended family, away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

We had our phones and spotty service, but I decided not to pick it up. Yes, I went through some withdrawals for the first 24 hours. I mean, the world might fall apart if I didn't check my notifications, LinkedIn, and Instagram, right?

But I didn't give into those instincts. And guess what? It didn't take long for my body to start appreciating the beauty around me, and deep breaths in the place I was at.

Today I'm back and incredibly, the world hasn't fallen apart. All my connections and followers are still here. My Social Media didn't fall apart. Wow. I was sure it wouldn't even be here when I came back.

There are no photos on my phone from this weekend. The only visuals are in my head and heart. I was in the moment with those I loved and I didn't need visuals for it.

That was just in a single weekend. Later this year during the holiday season, I plan to take a longer break for similar reasons; family events. And next year, I have my first grandbaby coming. I will definitely be taking some time off for that (although there will definitely be photos for me to share in that circumstance).

Point is, we shouldn't let social media destroy our ability to connect in the real world. It should enhance our ability to connect with those who don't live close, and maybe provide a space for discussions with more people than you could in real life. But in all occasions, real life wins.

Anyway, so what's been going on?

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