tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316421569307101318.post6303036005767283719..comments2023-03-25T00:36:40.316-07:00Comments on Our Cohousing Adventure: Voluntary ComplexityJudy Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15389333254375755331noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316421569307101318.post-264697642577424802009-04-21T06:54:00.000-07:002009-04-21T06:54:00.000-07:00Sounds good Judy. I have weekends like that once i...Sounds good Judy. I have weekends like that once in a while as well.<br /><br />I know what you mean about doors and having no escape from yourself. It's not pleasant but yes, I suppose, necessary...ms toast burnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01814575117201965403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316421569307101318.post-54853375926097487112009-04-20T15:00:00.000-07:002009-04-20T15:00:00.000-07:00Thanks for asking, Marnie.
I did not stick with ...Thanks for asking, Marnie. <br /><br />I did not stick with my resolve to stay totally unplugged. I read and sent a few e-mails on Sunday, although fewer than I usually do.<br /><br />I chose to have an unplugged weekend in general. I'm not referring only to the Internet. I mean everything. <br /><br />I stayed home all of Saturday and Sunday, and had a huge sorting out session. <br /><br />Over the two previous weekends I had been away, in one case to Tofino and in the other case to Victoria. <br /><br />I also knew I would be going away the following weekend -- to Courtenay to participate in a consensus decision marking workshop. <br /><br />On top of that, I have lots of things on my plate -- Pacific Gardens Cohousing Community, the provincial election campaign here in BC and on and on.<br /><br />My life had reached the point at which it felt as if it was spinning out of control. There were things like a pile of unopened mail that dated back who knows how long. <br /><br />Although I could have gone to a concert on Saturday night and either a talk or a film that appealed to me very much on Sunday afternoon, I chose to attend none of them. <br /><br />I just sifted and sorted papers. It felt really good to get caught up with the backlog.<br /><br />But I occasionally felt sad during that exercise. For example, amongst the documents that I dealt with was the draft of a new will. It reflects the changes that I've implemented in my life, primarily the fact that I'm separated. Although I love my life in Nanaimo, I still felt sad that, in opening some new doors, I had shut some previous doors behind me. <br /><br />But the interesting thing about being unplugged -- at least for the most part unplugged -- was that there was no escape hatch. There were few distractions. Consequently I felt what I felt.<br /><br />I suspect that is a healthy aspect of the grieving process. <br /><br />Today (Monday), I feel rejuvenated.Judy Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15389333254375755331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316421569307101318.post-44264522461397258932009-04-20T12:09:00.000-07:002009-04-20T12:09:00.000-07:00How did it go, Judy?How did it go, Judy?ms toast burnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01814575117201965403noreply@blogger.com