Disconnected

The idea of vacationing without the iPad appealed strongly to me, so much so that when the man very sweetly reminded I should bring along the charger, I curtly retorted, 'Nope, am not bringing the iPad!' In reply, he gave me a quizzical look.

Just minutes before we were set to leave, a quick last check on the emails and Facebook was most imperative but also proved to be deadly to the adamance which started to waver ever so slightly... 'It's a holiday and it's all about being free from the humdrum of everyday life,' I put my foot down!

A last caressing touch and a lingering look, I left with a slight despondence which very quickly dissipated once I got into the car.

Up to the mountains we went. The heavy snow didn't dampen our high spirits one bit. In the next days we basked merrily under the clear blue skies, revelled greedily in the spanking breeze and drank heavily in the majestic looming mountains.

Oddly, I didn't find myself hankering after the iPad or suffering from withdrawal symptoms of not being online. In fact, it felt good being disconnected and peace found me.

On our way back, I began to dread my powerlessness to resist getting sucked back into the whirlpool of social media. Then my mind conceived a quick post-trip's resolution: To be offline a day per week.

This is the second week since we're back and as before, I've been online everyday. Seems like I still care more about what the world is eating, buying, thinking than my own inner peace.

Someone, please take away that iPad and get me out of this black hole for the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.