Over the past several days I took a break from the computer. I didn't know that I needed to do this until I did it. It's not unusual for me to check my email upwards of a dozen times daily -- and this is coming from a woman who doesn't own a smartphone. Based on my email outbox, this semester alone I've sent over 600 emails to students and coworkers. I've read even more.
So, when we reached Thanksgiving break, I temporarily unplugged. It's been brilliant.
This is a week of rest for me, and I am thankful.
Even over the course of this past weekend, I've done so many things that I haven't had the time to do. I've cleaned closets. (You might groan, but a well-organized closet is therapy for me.) I've raked leaves and helped to prepare the gardens for winter. I've wiped down my marred and splattered kitchen cabinets with a damp cloth and diluted Murphy's Oil Soap, breathing in the smell of cleanliness. I've played more than one round of Candy Land while lying on the family room floor with the kids.
Side note: Am I the only person who fears that I'll be trapped in the one round in the history of Candy-Land-playing that never finishes? What if the deck is shuffled in a manner that prevents anyone from ever winning? What if I'm three squares from the Gingerbread House and I pick up the candy hearts card again? What if I'm reduced to reminding a four-year-old that it's her turn in two-minute increments for the rest of my life?
Candy Land is the longest hour of the day. Except for Chutes and Ladders hour.
The beauty is that during a week of rest, you have time for digressions.
Unplugging for a long weekend disconnected me from the world "out there," but I'm feeling more connected to the world where I actually live, right down to my newly-washed cabinets.