At Sea Lounge
‘How did the break work out?’
As some of you might remember, I had said that I would take a social media break when K & I checked into the Taj, Colaba, for a couple of nights on her birthday.
I’d said this in the past once when we were at the ITC Maratha. Yet i posted stories at night that time. This time was different. I stuck to my guns.
I took pictures/ videos of the food during our holiday. I did not post them. There is no hurry, I told myself. I just post once to wish K on her birthday. As a couple we are not prone to social media PDA, barring the odd exception, birthdays for example. I metaphorically put my feet up after the post. It wasn’t my birthday. I didn’t have to stress about replying.
I enjoyed the social media hiatus. I didn’t miss posting stories about what was happening. I had carried a book. I read it when I had the time. Or looked out on to the Gateway and to the sea. What was the point of paying extra to upgrade to a sea-view room otherwise? I am a bit middle class that way, as the internet meme goes!
I was enjoying living in the moment. Soaking in the slow life. Experiencing the charm of mindfulness. We returned on Friday evening. I didn’t post on the weekend that followed. I made it a 5 day holiday.
I began to post on Monday. A bit selectively. Did people really need to know about every meal I had? Or about my wisdom tooth extraction?
The flip side of being a writer and not an influencer/ content creator is that one can be a bit inconsistent and get carried away by one’s whims and fancy.
I have just began to write down what I plan to achieve each day at the start of the week. That has helped. It’s just been 4 days. Going to the shared workspace has helped. I need to be consistent
Blogging was a hobby when I started. I write about food which is integral to our lives. It is hard to draw boundaries between the personal & the professional.
Staying off the screen, helps one sleep better. But I enjoy posting & writing, it’s not work, I argued.
It is (!), said my therapist.
That’s why I am writing this before 9. That’s when the shop shuts. Ok, 9.30.
Good night. Sleep well.
And, not too late.
