Today is the day. Today is the day
that you can finally pop open the Bollinger Rosé, vintage 1999 and delve into
the depths of your favorite canonical classic in the comfort of the foamy
paradise that is your bathtub. Today is the day that you will allow the water
that fills the bathtub to wrap around you and caress you like silks and satins as
you lose yourself in between the lines of an enrapturing novel. You will feel
the steam create little dew drops on your forehead and you will savor the the
wrinkles cast on your unpainted toes. Your skin will glow, the candlelight
flickering and dancing upon your face like your own version of a dull and
wonderful sunset. You will let all the worries of your day/week/month/year be
washed away, you will close your eyes and let the slow assault of lavender vanilla
take over. You will relax and you will reopen your eyes, a new and cleansed
being. You will smirk and whisper Namaste
to no one in particular as you feel your life calming before your eyes. PING! You will be ripped from your
reverie by the phone on the counter that you forgot to put on silent. You will
lament an exasperation, probably, “Fuck.”
I have 4 screens: an iPhone 6, an
iPad Mini, a MacBook Air, and a mounted flat screen television. Many people
have some form of these screens and they are all powerfully addictive,
enslaving us all with their bright reminders that we are not alone. (FOMO is so
real.) Technology is so great and is incredibly lessening the amount of time we
have to wait to receive information, but generally we are slowly forgetting
what a joy it is to keep ourselves company. People are beginning to become
suspicious of the screens they posses; they are realizing that screen time is
breaching face-to-face interactions, relationships, and their “me” time.
The solution? Head to the nearest
Lulu, buy all the yoga pants, head to your nearest yoga studio, become a
warrior in all the possible positions, make peace with your inner self, eat
something like an acai bowl or kale chips to refuel, quench your thirst with
some kombucha, feel on top of the world, write down your mood and goals in the
new journal that was meant to look old, get in touch with your innermost
feelings, look in the mirror and mouth some motivational mantra like you are worth it, fill the bathtub with
silky, satiny water and foamy bubbles and follow through with the above
anecdote sans the part where the phone pings, love every minute of it. People
relish in the idea of “getting away” and being individual and being okay with
spending time with themselves—it’s just SO hard.
Disconnecting is like taboo now.
With all the Did you hears? and the Have you seens? it’s almost laughable to
think you wouldn’t feel a pang if social
media or Internet use was limited in any way. In fact, a recent study was held that said 53 percent of people said they felt
upset and 40 percent felt lonely when they couldn’t go online for even a day.
So it’s not surprising that we try to find contentment and solace in things
like yoga, calligraphy, knitting, and other trendy developments in order to
unplug and deal with the screen stressers. Solitude is so much more difficult
to find in an always-connected world. But it is so important. Take some time to
detox your mind and spend it with yourself doing something you love to do: you
can read a good book, you can spend time with your family, you can learn
French, you can try out a new recipe, or, my personal fave, you can practice
yoga and then take a lovely bubble bath.
Namaste, party people.
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