In making my way towards my previously blogged post about A Simple Life, it’s been much harder than I imagined.

Switching off.

Relaxing.

I thought it was just Facebook I was addicted to. I’ve since discovered it’s so much bigger than that.

Recently I caught myself sitting in front of the TV, watching who knows what, whilst engaging with two iPads and an iPhone.

What the?!

Something is terribly wrong with this picture.

Who does that?

In justifying my behaviour, the two iPads were going from an old one to a new one.

Who am I kidding?

That was weeks ago and I still at times use them together.

Doesn’t explain away the TV and the iPhone either does it?

If that’s not addiction, I don’t know what is.

Who am I?

What am I?

Knowing my affliction with this addiction and how it doesn’t serve me, you’d think I’d be making major changes…and stat.

No.

Not happening.

I continue to dream about a simple life.

Whilst I go about my daily electronic infusion, drip fed through intravenous line after intravenous line.

Walking through life clouded in the inhale and exhale of cyber cigarette smoke.

Cough…

Cough…

Cough.

I know it’s time to disconnect.

Aargh…

I’m doing my best.

I’m simply not ready to go cold turkey, to switch off completely.

Even with a simple life’s coo-ee’s getting louder and louder.

Calling me.

Come play.

Come be free.

Be at one with nature.

Be who you truly be.

Not some slave to the screen.

Smell the roses.

Dip your toes in the water.

Heck, dive in.

Naked.

Dive in naked.

Let go.

I’m still so switched on.

In full disclosure, I know I’ll never fully disconnect. There is a place for technology.

That being said, I believe it’s gone to far too fast and sucked so many of us in beyond what good it can provide.

I have at least, been creating space.

I’ve been doing my utmost to only view Facebook at certain times of the day, rather than when impulse strikes.

Not so easy.

Getting there.

Over the past few weeks I’ve culled my friends list, groups, page likes, et all, big time.

The last cull being at 2:30 this morning, when my mind was so switched on I could no longer lay in bed waiting for the sandman to return, so I got up to do some light reading.

The book didn’t even brush against my finger tips.

Straight to the iPad. Although this time with a fury and urgency to delete, delete, delete.

Stuff – obligation?!

Sure we went to school together, we haven’t spoken to nor engaged with each other, in any real way, for years.

Delete.

I see you down the street once in a blue moon.

Delete.

You’re a friend of a friend.

Delete.

If I’m going to keep Facebook. The plan is to have as little interaction as possible, with as few people I can, on one device only.

Quality over quantity.

Today, as it stands, I have 216 friends.

That’s about 200 too many!

If you know me, you know this has nothing to do with you and it’s all about me.

Me.

Me.

Me.

My need to self care.

My mental health has taken a bit of a dive of late. I’m sure that’s what led me down this path of craving a simple life in the first place.

Relationships are so friggin challenging at the best of times. Well they are for me.

My immediate circle is work enough, especially with my current state of being and energy levels, without the other 1000’s of wonderful people I’ve come to know and love over my lifetime thus far, here in cyberspace and in the real world.

To me, you are all incredible beings and I’m grateful our paths crossed, in one form or another and who knows, perhaps in the future they’ll cross again. For now though, for my own sanity and wellbeing, I say hooroo.

Keep it as simple as possible.

Please know this is no reflection of who you be whatsoever, nor how important what you’re doing is, (I’m trusting you already now this). It’s all about who I be, more aptly, who I be today and how best I can take care of myself and move closer to complete wellness and the simple life I so dearly crave.

Every game app, on every device.

Deleted.

I’d rather play a game in real life, with real people.

Thousands of emails deleted and deleted from the server too. None of this mysteriously returning emails in droves to my inbox, after some glitch or reboot to overwhelm me once more.

LinkedIn.

Deleted.

Twitter.

Bugger.

Don’t really use it.

Still couldn’t delete it.

Pinterest.

Same.

Instagram.

Ditto.

Disconnecting to reconnect.

Disconnecting to reconnect.

Disconnecting to reconnect.

Why is it so frickin hard?

Trusting over time I’ll get there.

Withdrawals can be nasty at times.

How switched on are you?

Are you a fellow addict?

Do you too crave a simple life?

If you or your group/page are part of this cull and you still want to stay in touch with me or see where it is I’m at in life, you can find me (sporadically!) here: https://lyndalcoon.com.au and here: https://www.facebook.com/LyndalCoon

May your life be all you choose it to be.

Keep it as simple as possible.

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