Talking of consolidation, a few yr in the past, I spotted my web use was confined to only 4 websites. Considered one of 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 may this occur to me?

I used to be much more disturbed once I realized, three of the 4 websites had been 95%, a waste of time. This website 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 particular person’s job, if that is sensible.  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 need to waste time? Why the shortage of selection?

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

Final week, I used to be speaking to, Scott, who was my boyfriend once I was fifteen years outdated… on and off, into my thirties!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. “Nicely, I take heed to music. I take heed to piano music; I’ve 5000 cds now and I’m continually listening… I suppose I need to hear each pianist on the planet, play!”

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

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

“So what number of backup drives do you’ve got lately?”

Extra laughing… ‘I’ve just a few,” he mentioned.

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

Now it might 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 believe just about all of us dwell in a “cubby” of types. Offers us the phantasm of being in management.

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

What do you suppose?