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Old Building, Corner Of Henry & Main (Honor, MI)
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(consider yourself warned – this one’s a rambler! That’s what happens when many days, many adventures, and little writing occurs, it comes out in a flood!)

We arrived back to Nevada City last night after 2 solid days driving. The endless Nevada highway, my butt molded to the bucket seats, interminable stop-and-go for road work… what more could one ask for? Don’t answer that.

At least it isn’t toooo hot here, though I haven’t acclimated to enjoying numbers in the 90′s yet this year.

Sigh… thinking of the heat in the coming month gets me pining for Santa Barbara. Or Italy. I’ll take the heat there. =)

Our trip to Boulder was a good one. Hiking the Flatirons, drinking chai at the Boulder Dushanbe Tea House, eating at the Royal Peacock (3x in a week). . . life was sweet.

Except for a little journaling, the week was primarily computer-free. I have to admit, I loved it.

Got me seriously thinking about relegating email to 1x daily, though even less would be cool. Perhaps possible, too.

How could this be? It’s sounds almost ridiculous at this point in our dependency on the digital brain. And to think, when I was in college, I didn’t have an email address. Hmm, that dates me, eh?

Anyways, bountiful and brilliant blogger Havi Brooks bailed from email big time. Down to once a day? Nope. Every other day? Nay. Once a week? Not even.

Here’s her successful one month report reporting how much she luvs being on sabbatical from email for 2009. Yup, off the drip line completely.

I haven’t read any other reports since then. Not to say there hasn’t been one, but I haven’t seen one. Maybe I’ll shoot her a tweet on that. . . Ok, tweet sent. Will report back on response. I’m sure she’s sitting around on a Saturday evening responding to twitter messages. Right.

The funny thing is that most of my incoming email has to do with mailing lists, newsletters, spam and the like. I’ve set up rules for most of them to skip the inbox and go directly to folders–but the fact remains that a rather large percentage of them aren’t directly relevant to serving clients or running my business. (The newsletters on marketing, which all seem so brilliant when I sign up for them, don’t seem to hold their weight when doing a twice weekly vay-cay email clearing, eh?)

Nor are the emails fun to read or otherwise very entertaining. It really makes the concept of knowing what kind of life I want to be living poignant. Without that vision, I’ve little strength to resist the dangerous allure of email. (A dangerous seduction to say the least!)

And thus I arrive at a confession–uncomfortable as it is. (Very!) I’m currently in between visions. I see glimpses of the new one, but it has yet to fully be revealed. It’s like having a broken compass, or one that doesn’t get that it’s going north. Nothing earth-shattering (or so I think) nor of major change to the current incarnation of Project Simplify. It’s more having to do with my role within it and in the context of the world I want to see emerging. All that and then simplified =)

I was hoping that taking some time away from everything (i.e. road trip to Boulder) would blow some of the chafe away. To help me reconnect with my north. Didn’t get that. A little more solo time and less activities would have helped in that department. Thus I bring my discomfort home, questions and answers lurking in my peripheral vision, baiting me with their presence, alluding my grasp. Punks!

I’ve long known that yoga and meditation would be the vehicle to carry me forward into unchartered territories. Keep on it, kiddo.