We have a tradition here at the Spencer household. Once a week we mosey on down to our neighborhood Starbucks. The kids get hot chocolates or strawberry frappacinos. I get my venti non-fat, no water chai latte. Yes, I speak three languages - English, Swahili and Starbucks. The kids read or play games and I load up my laptop to write, read or catch up on emails.
But then other day, I forgot my laptop and my phone was dead. I started to panic. Now what?! The kids, being much more organized than me, came prepared and didn't want to skip it, so we went.
I stared longingly at the GameStop window next door advertising used iPads for sale. I was that desperate.
Instead, I sat back and listened to the Jazz music and people watched, and it was wonderful! I swear I think my heartbeat actually slowed down. It felt good. I mean, really good. By disconnecting, I was able to reconnect. I quit obsessing about Amazon rankings and email alerts. I paid more attention to the world around me, had a fantastic conversation with my children and just relaxed.
I got some great ideas, too! At least two people crossed my path that set my creative juices flowing. I grabbed a #2 pencil and an abandoned composition notebook in my son's backpack and started writing. If I do say so myself, it's some of the best stuff I've written in a while.
My daughter leaned over and saw the astericks and the notes in the margin and asked me what that was. I told it her it was editing - old school.
And it felt good.