I’m going to do a personal experiment in the next 10 days. I’m going to lock myself out of my internet. When I say “my internet” I mean social media because I will need to access email. Here is why, and here is how I am doing it, and then, even better, WHAT WILL HAPPEN? This post contains boring stuff but then sets the challenge at the end.
I’m doing this now because these next few weeks are the busiest and most physically demanding of my year. Plus, today is the start of the holiday in the US and everyone is going to be off, so it seems like the right time to do it since everyone’s off at the beach or whatever it is PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY GO OUTSIDE.
The busy stuff: GeekyCon planning is in full swing, which means I am doing that many hours out of the day. We go to Florida in THREE WEEKS. Also, I have DEADLINES. I have several things due. I HAVE BOOK STUFF TO WRITE. And I have just gone from being really quite sick and not being able to work much for 4-5 months to going FULL SPEED trying to make up for not being able to work for 4-5 months, which feels like being the person who unlocks the doors of Wal-Mart on Black Friday morning. I have barely been able to write because I had to do 4-5 months worth of admin. While I am not as sick as I was, I am not, as my doctor just pointed out in an encouraging but also firmly worded email, actually better yet, if there is a “better” after this. This has been all about finding my new normal.
The medical update, if such things interest you: I have good days and bad days. I try not to talk about the bad days too much. The days are mostly good! But apparently neurological stuff is tricky and slow. I’ve regained most of my ability to walk around. I no longer get the really bad stuff (*knocks wood*) like the difficulty breathing or the problems with my heart. But I do tire easily and I am frequently in a fair amount of pain. That’s going to happen. But! There are things I am doing to work with this. I’m well managed, medically. My doctor has also just set me on a new course of physical therapy to help me be able to take on the physical and mental demands of getting back to work. I’ve been just about keeping up, but with a conference in three weeks, I have to hunker down and save a few ENERGY SPOONS. (Thank you to everyone who explained Spoon Theory to me, because man, now I know my spoons.) I leave for the conference in three weeks, so now I have to conserve if I want to DANCE AT THE BALL AT GEEKY.* I’m being RESPONSIBLE and LISTENING TO MY SPOONS. Work sensibly. Meditate. Rest. Recover.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOO!!!!!!! RUN AROUND!!!! DO ALL THE THINGS!!!!!!
*continues being sensible*
SO! For the next few weeks, I have to finish all of this planning and writing, and I also have to do my physical therapy and…rest. Apparently I have to rest. The doctor seems to mean it this time. I’ve gotten rid of a bunch of extraneous stuff in the schedule. I am actually doing what I need to do. And, as I said, I am going to LOCK MYSELF OUT for ten days. Starting today. This means I am giving my passwords to Oscar and to my assistant Felicity Disco, and erasing my copies.
There is no other way. I’d make it maybe a day and a half if I had the passwords. I have to COMMIT.
I have never done this before. I’m not sure which day I will start ripping apart Oscar’s drawers looking for my LAUNCH CODES. I don’t know what point I will drive the many hours to Felicity Disco’s house and ransack it. I was going to try this for 14 days but I knew I would never make it and there would be fires in the house and terrible things would occur as I tried to get my passwords back. Ten was about what I thought I could manage without DEFINITELY doing something drastic to get back on.
I will see you on Monday the 13th. If you see me before that, you’ll know that I’ve raccooned my way in somehow.
What could go wrong? LET’S FIND OUT.
*eyes POST button*
* Dancing is probably out of my physical reach no matter what. To be fair, I never dance at the ball because I am usually in the managers’ office doing something while it is going on and even when I go to the ball I just stand there and dance in my mind but physically I just stare at the stage until the amps start to smoke. This is my kind of dancing.