I write to do lists for myself all the time. Most of the time I consequently tick off the tasks listed. That’s kind of the point of the whole undertaking.
Before the weekend I wrote myself one of those big old lists filled with blogging and other writing projects.
And then I did nothing on it.
Usually I would probably feel guilty about this. I’m rather good at making myself feel bad about not doing the things that no one is asking from me but myself. But not this time, dear reader. Maybe I’m learning to be nicer to myself or maybe I was overtaken by some sort of #yolo wave. We’ll never know.
What I do know however is that I loved the not carrying out of my writing plans. Because instead I spent some time outside. Some time with friends. Some time with family (the Boyfriend’s, but still).
I spent some time off the internet.
Like many of my generation (Y, millennials, whatever you wish to call us) I probably spend too much time glued to some sort of screen connected to the world wide web.
I usually don’t really have a problem with this, there is a lot to see/read/do on the internet, but sometimes you just have to get out into the real world. Especially since I now also spend 40 hours a week in front of a computer for professional reasons. See some beautiful buildings in the autumn light. Get a runny nose because of the cold instead of those burned out screen eyes.
A weekend in the offline. I needed that.