I like my life, having put a good deal of thought into how I live it and what I do with it. But we all need a holiday from time to time and I’m taking one now.
I’ve been building up to it for a week or so, cancelling everything I reasonably could once I realised that summer is on the wane and I’ve worked, in my ways, for all of it.
So I’ve got my books and my train tickets and I’m off to somewhere I’ve never been to stay with a friend I haven’t seen for years.
In quietening down and recognising the need for this holiday I’ve been clearing things. It’s what I do when life feels a bit full. So there are a few less books and several less records here than there were a week ago. They’re down the road in Oxfam now.
I’ve also been clearing noise. Listening to nothing much or, like now to the Nocturnes of John Field. Quiet but interesting.
I’ve also cut down the noise of Twitter for now. I mostly enjoy Twitter but decided this same week or so ago that I needed a holiday from most of that noise too. So I changed the shape of how I see Twitter so I’m only getting messages from people I actually know. No offence meant, or not much. If you’ve tagged me or in other ways tried to market to me, involve me, or convince me of something in the last week I haven’t seen it. And won’t for a while now while I’m on holiday.
In fact, as is always the way with clearing, a short break from needing so much stuff might turn out to be an actual break from some of what I do altogether. You never know.
All I know is I need a holiday, from everything.
And it’s a holiday, of course. Not ‘Annual Leave’ – certainly not.