Do you ever wish you were a quiet little bunny? And you lived in a wonderful forest full of flowers and grass and cute, happy, friendly animals? And it was warm, and sunny, and beautiful all the time? And all the little animals all got along okay? All you needed to do all day was eat sweet flowers and bask in the sun. And everyone could breathe a sigh of relief because assholes weren’t allowed in the happy forest. Wouldn’t that be awesome?
I have moments where I feel overwhelmed, and I go on “unfollow” sprees. I disconnect from reading the paper. I thin out media outlets and squawky people I follow on twitter. And I do everything I can to avoid political news. When the chaos seems extra noisy, or when I’m feeling fragile, or when I’m too easily distracted, I clamp down on those virtual connections.
Unplugging can be detoxifying, but it usually feels temporary. The noise in the world continues whether or not I’m paying attention to it. Actually, it gets louder and harder to ignore. I eventually fall off the wagon. Because, well, it’s the internet. And the internet is interesting.
A more difficult exercise is to dial back the level of importance I allow the noise to have. That’s when I start dreaming about quiet little bunnies, flowers and sunshine.
Shut up. You do it too.