Would I Survive No Internet for a Whole Month?

TIME FLIES…………………*

While difficult, I could definitely live without the internet for a month. Before doing so, I’d have to prepare.

I’d have to find good phone books for my area. I’d have to transcribe all of the important phone numbers for friends and family who don’t life in my area from my phone into an address book. I’d have to write down the operating hours of several establishments in my neighborhood that I frequent. Essentially, I’d have to revert to the tools we used before the internet became the replacement for phone books, reference books, and all of the other things we use it for in modern life.

Adjusting to actually calling people on the phone or trying new restaurants without reading reviews online would be huge. I would probably be disappointed more and would spend more time on some tasks than I currently do.

The real question is not “could [I] live without the internet for a month?”, but “do I want to live without the internet for a month?”

The answer to that is no. For all of the good things and despite the bad things the internet has brought modern society, I don’t want to live without. But I could definitely stand to not use it as much.

On that note, adios.

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Like a kid on a playground

Today’s weather was wonderful. I felt guilty about sliding back into bed at 5:15 AM after feeding the dog and taking him on his morning walk. It was 71 degrees Fahrenheit and almost chilly.

On my way home from work, I pondered going to the gym. My brain protested being indoors. Bike ride? Didn’t want to deal with traffic. I could have taken the dog on a walk, but even the 85 degree heat was too warm for him at his advanced age. I ended up going for a run.

Wow, what a run that was! It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t a long distance. But it was wonderful. The wind in my hair and the soft slapping of my shoes on the pavement filled my heart with joy (or endorphins. What ever). I felt like a little kid who has spent recess running around the playground.

My jaunt reminded me that sometimes a run is just a run. It’s not always about the time, distance, splits, or where it falls in the training regimen.

The Record Player in My Head

212/365 – Don’t cry princess, it was only a dream.

I generally do not have problems sleeping. All my life, I’ve slept like a rock. My father loves to tell the story of him walking into my room when I was about 4 years old and he repeatedly picked my hand up, straightened my arm, and then let it go. I didn’t wake up. Like.A.Rock.

On those rare (and I do mean rare) occasions that I cannot sleep, I worry that I’ve made the wrong choices in my life. Did I take the right job? Did I study the right things in college? Should I have not bit my tongue when a friend seemed be looking for advice, but didn’t outright ask for it?

I console myself with this quote from Soren Kierkegaard:

“I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations – one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it – you will regret both.”

I have to just keep living. If I spend too much time worrying, I don’t actually do anything. Reflect and just keep moving forward.

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