I’ve been thinking quite a lot about what to write in this, my first post of the decade.  I tend not to use the arrival of a new year for resolutions.   Rather, it offers me a chance to think about what is working in my life and what  isnt.  Like all of us, my life is a series of juggling acts and every year seems to bring a new set of circumstances within which all this juggling needs to take place.  Often, these circumstances are dictated by the changing needs of children.  Sometimes health struggles come into play.  This year finds me with more time for myself than ever, and surprisingly, that also raises new questions namely, how to fill that time, how productive do I want to be, how much of that time do I want to devote to work, and, as I get older, how much “downtime” do I really need?

One of the variables in all this now more and more seems to be the internet.  As we all know, we could spend 25 hours a day on the net between our blogs, facebook, twitter, LinkedIn, Red Room etc etc. For those of us with books to sell, much of this is a necessity. But lots of it is fun as well, and I know that one of the great pleasures of the last year has for me been the friendships and sense of community I have developed via this metal box that’s sitting on my lap even now.  Two of my friends, Tania and Elizabeth, have talked on their recent blogposts quite convincingly about limiting their internet time. They have each decided that the internet needs to be off limits for a major part of each day so they can do what they need to do most, write.  I have tried to do the same thing. I do a quick check of my emails and blogs over breakfast, plug in a twitter/facebook status, and then try to get on with my life. Sometimes this works, and I plan to continue to try. But there are many times when this doesn’t work and my resolve falls away.  Tania and Elizabeth’s blogs have led me to think about why that happens.  What I’ve discovered is I’m not that much of grown-up, after all.

When I go onto Twitter and see conversations taking place between people I know, when I see a list of status comments on facebook that I’ve missed, when I see 27 comments that others have posted even before I’ve gotten a chance to read a friend’s blog, I feel catapulted back into my insecure adolescent self.  The party is going on and I missed it.  Or even worse, I wasn’t invited.  That  frightened part of me still lingers that tells me if I don’t remind people that I exist, then I’ll be forgotten.  Some might argue that this is why I write in the first place.  But I know that the time I spend on the internet decreases my sense of isolation, while admittedly nurturing the immutable teenager in me.  So what’s the answer?

Baby steps, one step in front of the other, keep on keeping on, deep breaths, trust and faith.  Maybe that’s a new year’s resolution, after all.

thanks to xbox.com for the photo