changes

Stepping out of my self-imposed bubble.

Stepping out of my self-imposed bubble.

August 2, 2020
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For the past three weeks I’ve been offline, with regards to Social Media. No Facebook, no Instagram, no Forward Link (the AKIMBO-workshop gathering after the specific workshops ends, like The Creative’s Workshop did right around the time I went off SoMe). Have hardly checked my email either, except now and then, making sure there wasn’t anything I needed to attend to. And once verifying that, quickly logging off.

Deleted the SoMe-apps and my email-app from my phone.
Leveled up to level 40 on my ”baby account” (started by my youngest) and promptly deleted Pokémon Go on July 12th, a game which has kept me company for 4 years, almost to the day (minus 4).

For three weeks, I’ve done… almost nothing.
Slept.
Rested.
Read.
(Loads. 16 books in 3 weeks.
Love it. Currently 8 books ahead in my Goodreads challenge for 2020 to read 65 books; when I started my vacation I was 5 books behind, at least.)
Binge-watched Reign, Cursed, Good Girls.
Knitted.
Gardened. Weeding. Watering.

Picked berries. Ate them.
(Wild strawberries. Raspberries. Gooseberries. Red and black currants. Black mulberries.)

I’ve not blogged.
Hardly written anything. (Published nothing!)
(Did meet with Caspian one afternoon to record small video’s for my upcoming Tankespjärn-online course.)

Have met… almost no one.
(Except on Zoom-calls, deeply nourishing zoom-calls.)
Have hardly stepped foot outside my house/garden.
Have hardly walked. Hardly biked.
Haven’t been down to the ocean even once.
Haven’t met up with friends, haven’t had anyone over, haven’t gone anywhere. More or less.

Ever since folklore was released July 24th (I was told by my in-house Swiftie), it’s been on repeat.
Day in, day out.
Softly. In the background.

The perfect soundtrack to this bubble of mine.
Soft. Airy. Scaled down, minimal.
Beautiful.
(And yes. It’s on. Now.
As I am slowly stepping back into the world.
Logging back on to FB and Instagram, catching up with what’s happened on Forward Link during my hiatus.
Slowly.
Overwhelmed. A bit.
Wanting, wishing, longing for me to get another relation to SoMe from now on.
Up to me. I know.)

Yesterday, with two full days remaining until work is back on, I was astounded how deeply I –still– needed to do nothing.
Meet no one. Move hardly an inch.
Enjoying the sun, the warmth, the garden, books (3 in a day. And such lovely books.), folklore.

And you know what?
I. Needed. This.
Needed this break more than I realized.
Way more.

(Yet to learn, fully, how to let other people spark into action from my energy, as opposed to them being hooked up intravenously to me, running off my energy. Explains a lot.)

Stepping out of my self-imposed bubble.
Slowly. Gently.

Changes are afoot.
(In more ways than one.)

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I am a beginner.

October 8, 2019
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At long last, I switch from Mail to Spark on my MacBook, cheered on by Caspian. And all of a sudden, it’s as if I am a beginner again. Spark works differently than Mail, which in turned worked – and looked – like any other email-software I’ve used at least in the last ten years or so. Not a lot of changes, regardless if I’ve upgraded or changed the software I use to check my email.

But this…
Spark.
Something else.
New functionality.
Completely different mindset compares to ”the old geezers” of email-software.
(And yes, Gmail has played around a bit with new functionality as well.)

So. I am a beginner. Having to start anew. Learn the new functions, how to navigate, archive and delete, how to sync my folders from Mail to here… or rather, the folders from my Exchange server that are visible in Mail but were nowhere to be found in Spark. Until I started to actually do the work of getting to know this new software.

Changes!
Can be challenging. Especially if I am under the illusion of not having enough time, being stressed or at least so busy that every single new thing just feels like a burden.

And yet… oh how I love it. I love changes!
Love feeling like a rookie; it’s almost as if I can feel my neural pathways getting all confused, running around haphazardly up there (in my brain), until… slowly but steadily, the new neural pathways generated by my rookie-ness start to become solidified. By then, the old ones are starting to degenerate, and soon enough I will be a rookie at Spark no more.

Luckily, by then, I will have found something new to be a rookie at!

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