Been feeling this so much lately. The spaces between things are bleeding together. The memories from one day to the next. All of it just feels muddled. I (we all probably) need real downtime, without the looming threat of "what's next" or (too often) "oh god what now"
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Suzi Wells
Like this - the full disc metaphor seems right. I often refer to down time as defragmentation which, thinking about it, is super era-specific geekery www.nytimes.com/2024/09/28/b...
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It's bigger on the inside, yes, it has a bedroom, books, a reading chair, a swimming pool
No internet or phone cos no time passes outside while you're in there
Ageing faster? Worth it
I imagine being able to Stop Time simply so I could sleep. 🛌
😌
Those of you “of a certain age” may recall it, too. 😉
You can have a 3 hour nap, a swim, read for a bit, then step back out and the person talking at you is still mid sentence but you're refreshed enough to cope
Not a joke. People are broken
All three times I got the flu I wound up in ICU. On the middle one I nearly died.
All three times I lay back in my bed as the drip flowed cold and felt grateful that nobody could expect anything of me now.
Do not give in.
You are you and you are enough.
We are all enough, when we care for each other.
Having to beg aid to shore up survival means here (bc if I stop, I won't survive) is slowly (sometimes quickly) destroying me.
I would like online time to be a choice I make when I'm okay, rather my only means of survival.
Before I headed to the restroom, I opened a new/blank email and jotted who it was supposed to be for and about so when I got back I’d remember what I was doing.
(Felt SO clever to do this!)
By the time I got back those notes no longer made sense.
🤷🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️
And all the apps and software make it worse in a way, because then you have to think which program houses the important information