All Things in Moderation

Do you ever get the feeling that the universe is trying to tell you something, but you're just not willing to hear it?

I got a new phone for my birthday and I was pretty much glued to it, constantly scrolling through Facebook and Instagram. I would sit down to have a coffee with my boyfriend, and totally ignore him as I stared at my phone. I thought to myself, this is too much, I need to put my phone down. Hours later, my phone was stolen. Not having a phone was actually really nice. I felt liberated. I could go places without panicking about where my phone was or whether I could find free wifi. It was really nice to sit down for a coffee and actually have a conversation. But still, I felt the urge to Instagram everything. Soon I got a new phone, second hand actually, and was once again glued to it. We then moved house, and our broadband provider told us we would have to wait a month to be reconnected. Oh no! How would I live without internet at home? It was actually really nice to come home and enjoy the peace and quiet of just snuggling on the sofa, and picking up a book if I felt like reading something. Books! I'd forgotten about books! But stil, I was looking forward to getting internet because I wanted to be able to record videos, edit them on my laptop, and upload them from home. Then my laptop stopped working. Black screen. No way of accessing all the pictures and videos on there. Well, at least I still had my phone, and I would have my broadband connected soon. I was told that someone would come to connect us between the hours of 1 and 8, so I took the afternoon off work and waited for them. I kept picking up my phone, wishing I hadn't used up all my data. I listened to the radio and read books and tidied the flat. 8pm came and the people hadn't turned up.

Dear universe, are you trying to tell me something? I sat and stared at my unused desk, where I hadn't made any artwork in months. Piles of art materials cluttered the space. The radio sang to me "do it, do it now" and I knew what it meant. It meant sit down at your bloody desk and make some art! Smart phones and laptops have been distracting me for too long. I need to unplug.

Even so, I'm on my phone now, typing out my blog, waiting to use the free wifi at work so I can upload it. My desk looks sad and unloved. The universe keeps nudging me with its big glittery elbow. Thank you universe.

Annika

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