Every now and then, I dream of going off to a faraway island in the sun and living in a small villa with views of the ocean and nothing but my laptop. Just the two of us. Out there in the world.
Writing. Watching. Dreaming. Meditating. Being.
Just somewhere all my own. With no interruptions. No noise but the sound of the ocean’s waves as they roll in and back out again in hypnotic rhythmn.
Well, and the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard.
Ok . . . back to reality
It’s days like these, days where the kids are fighting, the internet is being wacky, the television in the other room is loud, the damn phone keeps ringing! GRRR! I just want to crawl into a nice, quiet, padded room and scream! Or maybe just work. Maybe both.
I don’t know.
But sometimes it just seems like the whole world is tilting the opposite direction from me. And I find it very frustrating. There’s no quiet nook in the house to be found. Noise everywhere. And the more I tell them to be quiet, I swear, the louder they get!
I know, I know. I read in Eric Maisel’s book, Coaching the Artist Within, that I should learn to create in the middle of things. It sounds good. I’d like to. But it just doesn’t seem to happen! Even when I put my iPod . . . on. (On? Do you put an iPod on?) Well, whatever. Even when I’m listening to my iPod.
Sometimes I just can’t shut out the rest of the world. Or the rest of my family. Not that I want to shut them out – I just want them to be quiet! Really! Is that so much to ask?
We’re so wired in this tech/internet/new millenium age that to be un-wired feels un-natural. Slow. Antique. And utterly confusing. Like something is missing. Ok . . . not just something – like a piece of yourself is missing. Amputated. Gone. Lost. And if you’re not connected somehow, the people around you panic.
Or think you’re extremely weird.
And maybe I am weird. My kids say so. My husband says so. And I must admit that sometimes I even feel weird. Like an oddity. One of P.T. Barnum’s freaks of nature.
Oh well. That’s ok. I’m secure in myself.
And even if I’m not, I can always put on my iPod, right?