"Going off the grid." In extreme terms, it means living independently of electricity and the consumption / burning of fossil fuels. In easier terms, it means getting off the social network and ditching the mobile phone, even for a while.
It's ironic that I'm going on the grid to talk about going off the grid.
Lately, I've turned into a flake (which is not me), an impulsive decision maker and an overloaded washing machine.
Not long ago, I made a more conscious effort to actually FOCUS and really listen to people, including myself. Then bit by bit--my idea of connection turned into saying yes to everything and throwing myself into a blender of moments.
Back in the day, people had to write notes and send them out to get everyone together for a social or business gathering. Today, ten minutes on the grid gets me fully booked 'til "Pi" day 3/14/15.
In so many ways I think my physical space is reflecting my mental space. A lot of things need to get thrown out. I need to be me again and not some sleepless bunny hopping from one moment to the next.
After all, let us remember the first word in the Pixies' classic "Where is My Mind?" is the word STOP.
Where Is My Mind? (original and 2 cover versions)