I tried an interesting experiment over the past couple months. I disengaged with my website. I shut off the news. I stripped my social media feeds of all things political. I picked up my guitar and got on a public stage for the first time in forever. I wrote some new songs and poetry. I soaked myself in the lives of the people I love and immersed myself into where I was at. When I stuck my head back up I realized that nothing had really changed. Angry people were still angry. Happy people were still happy. Politicians were still splitting people apart. And good deeds were still, for the most part, being ignored by the media.
You know what I came to understand from this little pop culture hiatus? I care way too much about being present in my daily life to care about what’s dominating social and broadcast media anymore. Am I alone in this feeling? I really don’t care if I am or not. That said, I would love to engage with as many people in my community as care to engage with me in a genuine and vulnerably honest way. I find myself motivated to volunteer around town again. I’ve already agreed to a few big events over the next several weeks. I think the election season got me so jaded that I retreated to my bubble of family and friends just to maintain some semblance of sanity. It was like people didn’t know how to shut it off. All the drama was effecting my spirit.
So here’s where I’m at. I love the hours that fill my day. I love the people I encounter in my daily routine. I love the work I’m doing these days. And most of all, I just simply love. From where I sit, it seems a lot more people could use a two month unplug. If you can’t find it in yourself to do that, that’s cool. Do what feels right for you. But if you see me politely turn away and not engage, it doesn’t mean I don’t care. It means I don’t care to hit my head against a wall.