I would’ve written sooner, but it’s been so long since I’ve used my laptop, I actually forgot my password for it. True story.
After finally resetting Macbook password, I was informed that doing so meant any logins stored in my keychain were now lost to the ether. And then I had to wrack my brain on how to log in everywhere or reset everything. Annoying. I thought that my computer was supposed to do the thinking for me.
Over the last week, I’ve had a handful of people check to see if I was still alive or if I’d succumbed to a final brain scrambling and shuffled off this mortal coil with a pathetic, sputtering, fizzle. Well? I’m still here with my brain mostly intact. (Please, hold your applause.)
The reasons I’ve been digitally quiet are dull. If I were smart, I would tell you its because I’ve taken up shark wrestling or ill-tempered badger grooming but,… no. Mostly it is because I changed my career path a bit in October, going from working on highly independent projects to being part of a team. That means talking with and emailing people all. fucking. day.
Now, that might sound like a nothing thing. But, I’m not really a team sorta girl. By the time I get home each day I don’t want to speak to anyone – no phone, no email, no social media, no hanging out. I just want quiet and to stop cramming my head full of information. Same with the weekends. It is my time to recharge and that means – quiet and selfish pursuits. So, I’ve pretty much withdrawn to my secret lair where I’m hatching plans for world domination in silence.
I kid, of course. World domination requires talking to lots of people. After two minutes of handwringing and twirling my mustache with dastardly flair, I switched my focus over to where I might ride my motorcycle this year and never looked back.
So that’s what I’m up to. Nothing. And right now, that’s how I want it. Punxatawny Phil says we’re in for six more weeks of winter and everything is a sheet of ice here on the Isle of Long. So, I suspect I’ll be doing nothing for a little while longer.