Due to an eye injury, I spent the last ten days in Vancouver, BC having and recovering from surgery. I had to be careful of exertion, so the most activity I had was walking aimlessly around downtown. I spent a lot of time sitting in restaurants and coffee shops, and resting in my hotel room. I had no laptop with me, so I had no net access the whole time (I didn’t even miss it). That meant no Google Reader (where I’m subscribed to almost 300 feeds), no Twitter, no Friendfeed, no email, no TV torrents, nothing. Completely unexpectedly, I loved it.

Now that I’m back home with my own computer again, I find myself simply not doing the things I spent so much time on before. I question every action. Is this actually doing me any good? What’s the point of it? Is it getting me any closer to where I actually want my life to go?

It seems odd to me that a thing as small as ten days alone, without the net, has changed the way I think as much as it has. And I like the change, so now I have to keep it going somehow. Wish me luck.