Hello readers! My fingers once again dance over a keyboard and boy am I pleased! Just when my blogging schedule became that little bit more organised and regular, disaster struck. I know, I know, big deal, the wifi went down – but I tell you it’s been a rocky path back to this point. Apparently there’s a thing called fibre optic and unbeknownst to me we had it and I could happily churn out uploads and read blog posts in the blink of an eye. What’s the saying – you only know what you’ve got when it’s gone? Yeah, that. Oh fibre optic, I am lamenting your departure! Just now I went to catch up on all the lovely blogs I subscribe to over on Bloglovin’ and it’s taken 10 minutes for one image to load, one row of pixels at a time.
Seeing as we’re here, I thought I’d tell you *dun dun duuuuuhhhh* what happened when the wifi went down. It’s been six days. During day one I experienced denial. Day two saw Orange is the New Black return to Netflix and I was silently pleased that no one on Facebook could spoil it for me. Day three was when the real change kicked in.
Wifi is great, but it’s too great. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been mid conversation with someone, asked them a question and met dead air as they’ve been distracted by Buzzfeed. It’s infuriating! Then again, I’m convinced a portion of my brain space has been uselessly used up by looking at pictures of otters that look like Benedict Cumberbatch…
In these situations, we always ask ourselves ‘but what did we do before the internet?’ Well that’s a stupid question because before the internet I was a child and everything was entertaining. All I needed was a bamboo cane and two buckets and I’d happily jump imaginary horses around the garden all afternoon. So what did I do? Became absolutely bloomin’ productive is what!
I planned a picnic hamper to take to Hampton Court Palace on Saturday and turned to actual cooking books for inspiration. No quick google through ‘BBC Good Food’ for me – I spread recipes over my bed and wrote down ingredients and methods on scrap bits of paper. I baked a layered pie (more on that later) with the windows open and no ‘Netflix’ propped up on a bag of flour. I felt chilled and the evenings stretched before me full of possibility. I finally got around to finishing the design for my candle labels and got them over to the printer. I secured training placements with work. I started going for runs again. I threw the doors of the cabin open and sat outside on the steps, chatting and forgetting what time it was. I phoned people I haven’t spoken to in ages. My thoughts seemed less scattered and my attention more fixed.
All in all, I went to bed with tired legs and a quiet mind. What a novelty!
What have I learned from this? Use wifi as a resource – it’s not infinite. Aim to complete something and do just that. Click off when you start feeling distracted. Allow time for yourself to just be – no connection necessary.
One wifi-free evening a week? Yep, I’ll take that.
Coming soon on Snug:
- Recipe // A Layered Picnic Pie
- Life // A Teeny Tiny Garden
- Thoughts // How to Turn a Bad Day at Work Around
- Travel // The Most Beautiful Lake in Slovenia
- Postcard Stories // Edie & Charley
- Life // What It Means To Go Back Home
- Thoughts // A Love Letter To My Bike
- Books // The Night Circus Book Review