Since graduating just over two weeks ago, I’ve barely even thought about writing a blog. My relationship with my keyboard has changed perhaps. I spent many hundreds of hours, typing away on all of my essays and projects, and as soon as they were finished, I realised it was high time my computer and I took some time out from our relationship.
Absence doesn’t always make the heart grow fonder – with my newfound apathy towards blogging, I’ve discovered that sometimes it’s refreshing not to have to update the world on your every rambling train of thought. It’s nice to just think things, without having to report them. It’s nice to just have experiences, without taking mental notes for dynamic summarisations. It’s nice to just be. Forget about the internet world, with its pop-ups, and requests, and demands, and politics, and advertising, and ‘pokes’ and people I’ve never had a face-to-face conversation with. Putting a pen to real paper feels like breathing a lungful of fresh air. Knowing that that piece of paper will not be immediately fed through to hundreds of eyes is so grounding.
A friend of mine persuaded me to join Twitter the other week. I reluctantly gave in – others had been bugging me too, so I tried it out. I quickly lost interest, after a few posts. Perhaps something’s changing in my life again. Where I once felt a need to share, I feel a return to my old diary writing days coming on. Sharing thoughts with close friends; writing letters; working the earth of our vegetable plot outside; taking time to read the Bhagavad Gita – it’s back to reality.
I spent last weekend in Birmingham, attending a 24 hour Hare Krishna kirtan. It was wonderful – so simple – 24 hours, and all cares left at the door. I won’t tell you all about it. I won’t even write about what else I’ve been doing, or about my summer plans. I’m sure you don’t need to know, even if you’re curious. It’s not important. I’ll start blogging more regularly again soon, but perhaps with a better eye for what really needs to be preserved online for thousands of years, and what can simply be thought, then thrown away. How refreshing.