Friday I was sitting listening to music here at the festival. I was also checking in on my post, responding to remarks, keeping an eye on the weather, comforting a friend who is preparing to bury her daddy, and commiserating/congratulating another friend on her unexpected change in employment. I turned to one of my friends to tell her something about Sunday and she just sat there looking at me. Then quietly, matter-of-fairly, she stated “You are never present.”

Wow.

Wow…she’s more right than wrong. I’m a multi-tasker. All my life, I have planned everything out ten steps ahead in my brain. This comes from being the child of an alcoholic and trying to anticipate the meltdown. In doing so, I miss out on a lot. So yesterday, I left my cell on the shelf in the camper, went to yoga, and breathed and stretched my body for an hour in the early morning sunshine. I did take it with me to music in the afternoon as I often write my posts in the afternoon/evening when the mood strikes me. But I kept it in my pack most of the day and tried to stay present, watch people, listen to the music, feel the vibe, smell the food.

It’s amazing how addicting technology is. And I’m really addicted to my phone. I’m going to work on that…but, being a writer, I must use my tools and write when the mood strikes and I’m feeling the most creative. It’s an interesting awareness, though.

❤

“The Lord has done it this very day; let us rejoice today and be glad.”

Psalm 118:24