It’s my belief that when you get sick, it’s your body sending you a message that all is not well and something needs to change. (Dis-ease of the mind?)
It took a wonderful homoeopath to point out the obvious to me – that the frequent ear infections followed by extended periods of deafness I’ve suffered throughout my life always coincided with times when things were going on that I literally didn’t want to hear. It was that simple!
Sometimes a minor illness is a sign that you need to stop doing whatever it is you’re doing and take a break. Ignore your body’s message at your peril! If you do, it will fell you in a way that will leave you no choice but to take note.
Well, I think the same thing’s happening to me on a techy level … and I’m rapidly coming to the conclusion that I’ve been foolish to keep fighting it but instead should listen.
First there was my hideous case of Trojanitis. Now there’s all this other stupid techy nonsense – once again impacting on my ability to email and blog. We all know it can be hard to keep a balance on our addiction. (See Minx and Skint for current versions of this debate.)
Sometimes the problems could be a test of our resolve. Sharon, for example, refused to allow the technology to dictate to her and has taken matters into her own hands with her gorgeous new blog. On the other hand, maybe we sometimes need to learn that walking away is not a sign of defeat, but is actually very empowering. Marie, for example, deciding she needs to move away from a negative and destructive situation …
So this, in a nutshell, is what I’m thinking: that the techy irritations are life’s way of telling me I need to get back to my current book. It’s been weeks since I wrote anything new and I realised at the writers’ group on Saturday that I’ve become too distanced from it. And when I don’t write, I get twitchy and feel … just … not right.
So yesterday, pooter was duly shut down. Rug, suntan oil and other comforts came out and I took to the great outdoors and read story-so-far. And you know what? I like it. I want to work on it. I will work on it.
You hear that, life? I am listening. Now just sort the bloody techy stuff, will ya?