When I see that my device is one hundred percent charged, I know it’s time to unplug it. To make that happen, I remove it from the charging station.
I’m not sure I understand the question.
Because my next thought is that I “unplug” from the internet when I’ve see that I am not trusting myself, that I’m relying more on the internet (for information, entertainment, distraction, etc…) than myself.
But I think that generally when someone talks about “unplugging” they are talking about from work, from the “rat race”, from the world of competition and comparison. To me, it’s always time for me to unplug from there. Today, I went to pick up some sandwiches from this one shop. The people working there are always nice and helpful. But I invariably get almost pushed down or knocked over or brushed past by customers rushing to get in the line to order or in the door. Needless to say it’s in one of the wealthier neighborhoods in DC and it’s where I always see some of the worst of human behavior. It’s not so much even a meanness; it’s an obliviousness.
Every time I witness this level of thoughtlessness, it’s a reminder to me to disengage from that kind of life. In other words, unplug. There’s nothing for me there in that lifestyle. And yet it’s pervasive and so it requires a constant unplugging.
I’m trying to write something here. I’m trying to convey an idea. It’s already late in the day, much later than I usually write. And, yet, I don’t think it’s going to happen today. I don’t think the BIG POINT is going to happen. As much as I enjoy writing here in my blog, I have other things I’d like to do that I enjoy as much or more. Of course, the idea that I “must” reach a point, that I must write a certain number of words lingers and circles around me. This spurs me onward to continue to sit in this chair, at this desk and to attempt to write, to get these ideas out and into the world.
But I refuse to push past anyone, least of all myself, to get to the end of this post.
I refuse to take part in that sort of fast paced, stressful world.
I refuse to listen to that voice goading me onward that I must and I should and for the sake of doing.
And so I don’t.
I unplug.
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