I'm not quite sure what it is. Perhaps it has something to do with a recent dream I had. It was quite vivid - one of the kind of dreams that feels so real, it's hard to believe that it was just an imagining. I was wandering a familair old road in the country...one I cherished in my childhood, because it led to a place of comfort and joy. I could smell the grass and feel the sun on my face. But what affected me most were the people I saw and heard. Loved ones, long lost, were alive again. A family was not fractured. The sound of laughter was not forced, nor were the smiles. Now, just as then, there was no where else I wanted to be.
It wasn't to last, of course. I woke up to the reality of the present. But I haven't been able to quite shake the images - the effect of being in that wonderful place again. Somehow, it has envoked in me a disdain for the present, including the technology that we have all come to rely on so heavily. With all of this on my mind, I've decided to try an experiment.
Can I leave my mobile device at home for just one work-week? Can I put my mind to things besides Twitter and other social media? I don't plan on cutting off all communication with the world. As a writer, that would be nearly impossible. But maybe I can find happiness in something other than the internet. Nothing will ever compare to those idylic days of long ago. But there is still much joy in the world. It's just a matter of finding it.