There are so many things spinning around in my mind lately, that it has been hard to choose one thing to focus on long enough to write about it. I have actually been avoiding writing at all since I finished the outline of my new story. There has been a need to purge, and knitting has been a good distraction while I work out what to say.
Ultimately, the decision on what to write about has come down to a simple question: do I want to write about dark, depressing things, or do I want to write about hopeful, happy things? The Internet is already so saturated with violence, hurt, hate, and corruption so blatant that it has become a caricature of itself. Do I need to add to that?
When I was on my social media hiatus, I avoided American news. I avoided all news except for the tornado warnings that came directly to my phone (no funnel clouds where we were, thank goodness). I spent a lot of time purposely not thinking. I spent a lot of time doing. A lot of time enjoying my family, my books, the weather (I am a storm nut, so rain is something I love), making things with my hands — from finishing old craft projects to making potstickers, stews, caramel all from scratch, to just ordinary dinners and a perfect cup of tea.
It really helped me to realize that what I want out of life, what I’ve always wanted, was simplicity — peace. In the 10 days that I have been back on FB, it has been really driven home that I don’t have the stomach for the nebulous Internet anymore. The rage, the trolls, the wilful blindness, is just too much — and at the same time, the syrupy, wishful thinking of the small enclaves of inspiration memes shoved down your throat has too much of a Stepford feeling for me.
I think that the only viable option is to step away from social media again. What do I want to think about? I want to think about my life — my family, my neighbourhood, my town, my plans, and that little stone cottage by the sea.
I have things set up so that my blog posts will seed out to where folks can see them, and I always try to respond to comments made here, but I have been out of balance for far too long. I need to find a new equilibrium, and it’s going to take more than a month.
I’m not going off the grid, so those who need to get in touch with me will still be able to do so. They say it takes three weeks to form a new habit. Standing outside of the social media storm is my new habit.
Someday, maybe putting the laundry away after it’s folded will be a new habit (though, if I did that, my family would wander around naked trying to find their hidden clothes). For now, I am diving down the rabbit hole of my own imagination. Hopefully I will come back with a good story. Wish me luck.