I spent an entire 3 days with only a tiny, glimmer of a phone signal. A signal that only showed up if I was standing in the right spot with my arms outstretched and my phone held high above my head. Checking facebook wasn’t even worth the ache it caused in my arms and shoulders or the serious drain on my battery.
When I first arrived at the cottage, I knew being unplugged was what I needed most but I had a brief moment of panic when I thought about everything I’d miss, the emails I wouldn’t get, or the friends and clients who would think I was just ignoring them. Pretty sad, isn’t it? That the thought of being entirely unplugged would cause me to rethink my desire {and need} to spend the long weekend relaxing up at the cottage. Sadly, I think what made it easier to deal with was that I knew I could get a signal if I really wanted to. So I’m ashamed to admit, I felt compelled to check in on the state of my internet bubble occasionally throughout the weekend. I especially knew I couldn’t wait to instagram that photo I took in the early morning fog. Pretty spectacular, if I say so myself!
Being {semi} unplugged was pretty liberating. I am too often wrapped up in my emails, replying immediately, even when immediacy isn’t warranted. This weekend reminded me that my world wasn’t going to fall apart if I didn’t check in on facebook every 5 minutes or read and respond to my zillion emails the very moment I received one. Relaxation, letting go, clearing my mind, and rejuvenating was the name of the game this past long weekend. And I have to say, I enjoyed every unplugged minute of it. I feel recharged and full of creative ideas, so bring on the new projects!
