Talking of consolidation, a couple of yr in the past, I spotted my web use was confined to simply 4 websites. One among them is my very own!  Fairly slim, don’t you suppose?

I used to be shocked, then instantly appalled. I imagine I’ve an open thoughts, as a matter after all. How might this occur to me?

I used to be much more disturbed after I realized, three of the 4 websites have been 95%, a waste of time. This web site is my job. I work right here!  However what am I doing on these different websites? It’s like going to my job after which going to a different individual’s job, if that is smart.  Why log all that point when it brings no profit?

I additionally needed to query why I’ve restricted myself on this manner.  Let’s say I wish to waste time? Why the shortage of selection?

I spotted I used to be “captured”. I’ve labored to extricate myself since.  For the report, it’s a bitch to get this performed. I’m not fairly as transcendent as a few of you different lightworker soul individuals on the market. I’m a standard addict, lol!

Final week, I used to be speaking to, Scott, who was my boyfriend after I was fifteen years previous… on and off, into my thirties! We’re nonetheless linked, clearly. He’s a pianist and retired now. He’s additionally a geek, an early adopter of know-how.

“I’ve been questioning… what do you do all day?” I requested.

He laughed. “Properly, I take heed to music. I take heed to piano music; I’ve 5000 cds now and I’m always listening… I assume I wish to hear each pianist on the earth, play!”

“Oh, so that you’re doing the identical factor as you have been, thirty years in the past?”

He laughed once more. “Sure. Basically, I’m.”

“So what number of backup drives do you will have nowadays?”

Extra laughing… ‘I’ve a number of,” he mentioned.

“Proper! You had a few, twenty years in the past…”

Now it could possibly be, Scott is a specialist.  My chart suggests I’m additionally a specialist, however I don’t suppose that’s what’s in play right here. I feel just about all of us reside in a “cubby” of types. Offers us the phantasm of being in management.

The value for this faux management is isolation. And time marches on.

What do you suppose?