the time of your life

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“Did you hear about [celebrity or sports figure]?”
“Did you see that ___________?”
“What do you think about [insert recent trending topic]?

For a little while, my answer will be no. Right now, it’s better that way.

It’s time for me to pull back. This is more than the solstice, more than Twelfth Night, more than the new calendar year. It’s not a resolution.

This is sacred timing, drumming an insistent beat on my heart.

The last year two five while has me tapped out. I must pull back.

I’m going on a social media hiatus . I’ll delete facebook, twitter, instagram, tumblr, pinterest from my mobile devices. There are browsers of course, but that’s an extra layer of work that might give me pause if I’m tempted to just “have a look.” I trust that if something happens, someone in my community will tell me.

I need to nourish and replenish my own creative well, until it’s more than a hollow plink in a puddle at the deep bottom.

I will write. A lot. I shall read books. Oh, so many books.

This from Austin Kleon.

read a book instead

I’ll take myself on artist dates – trips to museums and galleries, or the beach or the mountains, or a tour of a local distillery. This last month I’ve picked up my camera – the “real” one – a little, and the weight of it is good in my hand, reminding me that images feed me if words fail.

I intend to create more than I consume.

Right now, the only way I see to do this is to turn off the tap fire hose of social media and all the links shared by smart people I follow. I’m not currently very skilled at moderation in this area.

This piece on privacy and sharing from the NY Times (back in October) has influenced this decision.

I plan to unplug for the rest of January.

I hope this practice of feeding my own work first – as the priority, not an afterthought – will become a core part of my days.

Time is a gift, given to you, given to give you the time you need, the time you need to have the time of your life. ~Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

There are folks I will miss hearing from/about – I know that already. I have to let the fear of missing out (damn FOMO) take a far back seat to filling the creative well. It may be what keeps me sane and heathy as we enter a new year. At the very least, it feels like a strong foundation to build on.

I hope/expect I’ll want to write and share photos here as I recharge. I’m really excited at the prospect of feeling that pull again. Anything here will automatically post on twitter, so I guess I won’t be entirely silent.

I’ll keep you posted.


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