Recently I read an article on how a writer has cut off his internet at home to be more productive. As I was reading it, I realized that I’ve turned my private life very much dependent from internet, creating rituals that way too often involved staring at the screen. And even though I though it would be a good idea to try his experiment, I didn’t have the guts to do it on my own.
Thankfully I didn’t have to make any decisions as my internet provider screwed something up which resulted in no internet in our household. And as it goes in Belgium (no offense: I love a lot of things about Belgium, but client service isn’t one of them), the problem was not solving itself very quickly. I was left without the internet for 3 weeks. Retrospectively looking at it, I loved it.
3 stages of emotions
Obviously the first day I was cut off, I was outraged. “How can they do this to me!!,” I thought to myself. “Me, the paying client?!?!? I should be the queen! I should be served within 30 seconds!” As you can imagine, this did not lead to any results except that it transitioned into feeling that I am missing something… Like with any addiction, it felt like a part of me doesn’t know what to do. I was like a junkie looking for a fix. Looking, if I could steal someone’ s wifi suddenly was my priority. I couldn’t (people nowadays know how to protect themselves).
And then I let it go. I gave up the need to have the feeling of being connected and was happy to be. Suddenly I DID have the time for those million tiny things I wished I could have done earlier. I enjoyed my cup of coffee. I read an article. I wen outside. I lived simply. Or simply lived.
There and then I promised myself that I will try to stick and cultivate that feeling as much as I can outside the work life (and eventually maybe to bring it in parts to work as well). To live simply. Or simply live. In the widest sense possible.