Monday, April 29th, 2013
NO MATTER WHERE I GO—I’M NOT THERE
Or, perhaps, better put–“No matter where I go I am everywhere.”
That sounds grandiose but I think I mean it.
I have gone virtual in my sense of home.
I love it and I hate it.
I am used to travel. I traveled globally on a regular basis for my work. And I have five adult children, some far flung, that my husband and I try to visit at least once a year. And I live in Mexico for four months or more every year.
And it used to be that I kind of shut off one world while I was in another.
I mentally hit “yellow” and minimized the other world while my real self came to the fore in the new world.
Do I sound nuts?
I would email of course, but my core was where my body was.
I switched gears and shut off the other world.
Now it is different.
My core is where my computer is.
Everyone exists with equal reality and attention all the time.
I love it.
I get daily videos of my newest grandchild.
I am constant touch with my extended family who are in crisis of various sorts.
Friends expect contact just like a regular lunch date.
I sense my “people” all the time in a very real sense.
I work easily with global clients no matter where I am.
I play games with people all over the world.
And I hate it