With less than one hour of internet access over the past week, I feel entirely disconnected…guess I never realized my dependence on technology.
Admittedly, I think I over-romanticized the simple life. Stateside, I craved a life free from the chains of electronics. Perhaps I was enslaved to my Blackberry and cyberspace. I acknowledge that nouns morphed to verbs which became paramount to my vernacular as I Googled, ChaCha-ed or Facebook-ed my way through life. Truthfully, though, I never felt as though the information superhighway prevented my development of relationships.
Brutally honest? I miss it.
Out here in the jungle it is truly primitive…no exaggeration. This rudimentary life consists of no cell phone. No internet (except occasionally at school when the weather is clear). No electricity (except for a few hours each day). Sponge baths in the evening. Washing clothes by hand. Sparse furnishings.
Nonetheless, I’m realizing that by disconnecting with life as I once knew it, I’m able to reconnect with God on an entirely different level. Less distractions allow me to refocus on what matters… renewing my gratitude for family meals; sleeping when the sun goes down. I’m learning to appreciate the rooster rather than my alarm clock; releasing my fear of germs as I try to embrace the mud, dirt, and dust.