It’s Sunday afternoon, as I sit down to write this. A dismal day outside and this is my first visit to my computer since Thursday evening!
I felt physically tired and ‘mentally unwell’ as the weekend arrived. I knew something was up. I’m impressed with myself, for being able to avoid the PC for two whole days (and half of the third). Whether or not that was the issue, I’ve found the time away to have been beneficial.
To clarify, I haven’t been totally “offline” for the past few days… My phone has remained on, along with my wi-fi router. But I am limited by what I can and will do from my smartphone. I may wile away a period of minutes, as opposed to the hours or portions of a day I can attribute to time spent at my PC.
It’s not something that bloggers and vloggers often speak of but I feel there is a great pressure to keept in touch. To write and to read; to watch and follow; to use the appropriate hashtags at the right time, try to be both ‘live’ and present, while tagging the relevant parties.
Doing all of this around a full-time job is tough. I find it demanding, when I get home from work, knowing that I’d like to do all of this but, more importantly I do need to eat and look after myself a bit. A weekend arrives, I’m busy both days, trying to squeeze lots in and suddenly, it’s Sunday night again… Can I have my break, now?
Here I am, effectively trying to maintain two onlines profiles: one as a woodworker and, more so right now, one as a walker. With that, I have two blogs, an Instagram feed, Twitter account and two Facebook pages… Not forgetting the pair of YouTube channels, where I aim to upload two videos to each channel per month but, always fall short.
I feel as though I am aware of these feelings within myself. This past week may be seen as a warning sign.
I fear for those who may not be. People who upload to social media in the same moment that they take the photograph, from wherever they may be.
I do it sometimes.
I find it hard to do it every time.
I find it hard to imagine that some of these “profiles” have full-time jobs and live in the real world… Or, are they ‘priviledged’ enough to have the support to allow a full life of leisure? I’m not naming names because, ironically, it’s the names of these people that I forget!
Here we are in 2018 and I write with a reminder to look out for yourself and to listen to yourself. Whatever else is going on can wait and, at worst, someone else could probably take care of it. Who’s going to take care of you?