Those who know me know my relationship with social media tends towards the addiction end of the scale. At the very least it wasn’t normal.
It’s not normal to wake up at 4 a.m., go to the bathroom and check your twitter feed before returning to bed. (Or before heading out for an early-morning run.)
It may have been kismet that I read Baratunde Thurston’s piece for Fast Company on leaving the internet for 25 days shortly before my own summer vacation began. This, I thought, is something I should/could do.
I wasn’t ready to give up the internet. I am a news lover, after all.
I did cut off all social media, allowed myself to check my gmail twice a day only, closed down my work email (after telling my bosses they could reach me on my cell or at my gmail account), and relied completely on my mobile browsers on my phone and iPad for news.
My phone became a mobile browser, camera and of course… a phone.
I went through various stages of grief during my break, and noted the following observations: