I’ve been doing an unexpected amount of soul searching as of late. Not exactly on purpose, just kind of by accident. I’m feeling better for it as a matter of fact. Memories are odd things, we cling to them sometimes a bit too much. In this electronic age, it is so easy to keep ever y single little thing, every letter every number, every…stupid meme. Things that mean absolutely nothing suddenly become indescribably important and things that actually are important just get lost in the shuffle…
So in an effort to find the real memories that I want and need to keep, I’ve found myself getting rid of many of the others. Virtually and digitally speaking that is. I’ve cut back heavily on my use of social media, paring down the content of my account to almost nothing, cutting back my ‘friends’ list to contain only actual friends and relatives (and only relatives that I actually speak to, or that speak to me). I’ve trashed most of my email, done away with most of my subscriptions, gone back to drafting everything for the blog on paper first (and posting only small portions of it), and am investing in an inexpensive wrist watch to avoid having to constantly handle and rely on my phone just to keep time.
This has been a wonderful and remarkably decontaminating process. Every time I hit the “delete” button on something, I feel a little tie to something insignificant slip away. And none of it is important, I keep the important stuff elsewhere, but I realized I had fallen victim to a strange kind of virtual hording, I was keeping everything and if you keep everything, you end up in some ways valuing nothing.
Perhaps I have just become more conscious of decluttering my life, or perhaps it’s just that I really don’t like being so incredibly reliant on technology, which is odd I know considering what I do for a living…but I prefer these days to live in the real world, a world of real pages and fresh flowers and actual sunshine…of phone calls instead of emails and texture instead of pixels…it’s not a pride thing it’s just…reconnecting without “plugging in”…
Memories…are strange things.
Spring cleaning?
sort of..