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The break I've taken from blogging these past few days was not something I planned. Neither was the semi-withdrawal from the internet that I practiced over the last week. And disconnecting the television? That was an absolute spur of the moment decision my husband and I made three days ago and which somehow, seemed to fit in perfectly with the progression of our electronic abandonment. Why? Can't say really except, that I've now coined a word for the phenomenon that is a blatant rip-off of the staycation everyone seems to be talking about these days. I had a disconnectication. That's right, a vacation from my connected life.
And now? I'm back. It was great while it lasted though. During the respite I worked a bit on my suntan, cooked a little more, played with my child for longer stretches of time, puttered around the house, read a couple of books and cuddled more with the two men in my life. This last had me thinking how enjoyable it is to do nothing but just hold on tightly to what matters most in this world. A jumble of crossed legs and arms with pointy little elbows and knobby little knees in between, spells happiness in my book. I can't imagine why I haven't been making as much time for it as I should.
Today is a day for catching up. My little one is in summer school and I've got some time before I need to go and pick him up. The husband is back at work and now I've come back to the blog. In the future, I've decided that once a week I will shut it all down. No e-mail, no computers, no television. A little disconnectication once in a while does wonders for the spirit. I recommend it highly.