shoebox project – boxes
My day job is not glamorous. In fact, my official job title is “secretary.” This used to really bother me, but I’m definitely a “work to live” person and not a “live to work.” I got over the title part really quickly and decided to focus on the benefits my job offers.
I have a 35 hour work week and am home by 5:30 PM every day. I can be on the bike trail within ten minutes of leaving my house and we’re five miles from downtown DC. Getting to the river to go whitewater kayaking only takes me about twenty minutes on a Saturday afternoon. If I had a different (more prestigious/sexier) job, I wouldn’t have the free time to take advantage of all of the wonderful things this city has to offer. Life is all about choices and I’ve chosen to live in a shoebox close to the city so that I can do stuff and not live in the car going back/forth between home and work.
1996 Jocassee Quiet Solitude
Learning how to listen to the people in my life has been one of the hardest lessons I’ve learned in adulthood and I’m still learning it. It’s easy to talk to fill a silent void. It’s easy to offer unwanted advice because you don’t like or understand why your friends are doing the things they do. It’s hard to truly listen to the things that go unsaid. Sometimes more is said by silence than any amount of words. I believe that if we spent more time really listening to each other, there would be fewer instances of hurt feelings, anger, or confusion.
But being a good listener doesn’t mean that you sit silently while someone chatters for ages or drones on about the same issue for hours/weeks. Knowing what to say when is a lesson for another day.
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.