...who you would be if you weren't eternally connected to the world? Think about it. What if every photo you took stopped being a potential profile pic? What if you turned off your cell phone so that your cousin's stepbrother's ex-girlfriend couldn't tell you the latest gossip the second she hears it? What if you turned off the TV, and the false visions of reality it holds, and picked up an edifying book instead? And what if, instead of spouting off in blogs, you sat down with a journal in hand and got honest -- with yourself.
I've done the occasional facebook fast, or the TV fast (not that it's any new thing...I didn't have cable for years), or an AIM fast. I've never done an all-across-the-board fast.
Occasionally, though, I get an urge to look inward, rather than outward. To spend some time reorienting myself, and remembering who I am and what truly makes me tick. I, admittedly, spend a lot of time and energy focused on what others think, and I get lost somewhere in that. Rather than pursuing my passions and even the simple things that ought to be getting done, I become consumed with viewing photos, updating my profile, and putting myself in the best light. I get online just hoping that someone will see me and talk to me, hoping for connection.
I'm not saying connection is a bad thing. But being consumed by it is. How will I ever find myself in God if I'm constantly digging myself into a never-ending hole, searching for the fulfillment that comes from human interaction? How will I hear Him speak if I'm inundated with blips and beeps and quacks from facebook, gchat, and adium?
It's a lot to think about, a lot to consider, and by nature, these questions will lead me deeper into contemplation. Now is a good time. I'm in Texas, and I have free time in the evenings that I didn't have in Ann Arbor, simply because I'm new. Nobody has figured out that I can't say no yet.
Just the idea of throwing my security to the wind and moving down here made me question myself -- it proved that I'm capable of a lot more than I sometimes think. Who knew?
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