Once more, I find myself without regular internet connection - with hardly any internet access at all, actually. We are able to get some access through my husband's mobile phone, but naturally, it isn't much. And when I sit down to look at my email inbox, I am overwhelmed: "oh no, I have 32 Facebook messages!", or "wow, I will never be able to read all these newsletters."
It really does take an effort to sit down, stop, take a deep breath and say: This Isn't My Job. No one hired me to do it; no one is paying me to do it; I need not feel guilty for not being able to poke people back on Facebook or reply to a message someone sent me on the Backyardchickens forum. I need not feel guilty for not always being instantly accessible, or for not researching information as quickly as I otherwise could have, or for not keeping up with news/websites/blogs.
My life's work, currently, is to keep the house good and livable; to cook nutritious meals for my family; to look after my children and spend time with them. When I do have some leisure time to spend in front of the computer, I now mostly work on my writing projects. I miss having a 24/6 internet connection and the instant access to information, music, films, lectures and online communities it allows, and I know I will be glad when we are able to establish it once again. But maybe, just maybe, I will also miss the reduced level of distraction, and the extra time I miraculously have on my hands (you won't believe it, but I have finally caught up on my ironing).
In one of these rare online times, I couldn't resist just popping in here for a few minutes and saying hello to all you dear friends. I do so miss reading your blogs and keeping in touch by email, and hope to be back, eventually, on a more constant basis. Until then, I am off to enjoy summer, and all the good things in life... offline.