We planned a trip. While I packed my bags a comment from someone played over and over in my thoughts. The commenter said something like she, "…missed her non-internet mind."
Disconnect to connect.
I too missed my non-internet mind. I stopped packing, sat down and did something I rarely have done in the last eight years: I wrote several blog entries in advance and pre posted them. Then I unplugged my computer and stuck it in a drawer. But I didn't stop there I unpacked my camera and put it in the drawer too.
I took my cell phone, promising myself I would only take a few photos of our trip, and only go online for a few minutes a day to check on our family.
Little did I know how wonderful it would feel to have a vacation from my internet mind, from thinking about: "What to write today for my blog?", and not stopping to take a photo.
The stillness was inviting.
Soothing.
Freeing.
Disconnected I felt abundance of time and space.
Even on the narrowest of streets in a city.
My thoughts hummed a different tune. I read late into the night. I took long naps in the sun. French Husband did the same. We spent hours holding hands while walking randomly. Our biggest decision of the day came when we would come to a street corner, we would look at each other and one or the other would lead the way.
A holiday.
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