PRISCILLA PASSION

at the end of 2020 i decided to spend the beginning of this year on a deserted island all by myself, disconnected from social media. 20 something days in and as a millennial, I can proudly say, I am still alive.

Intentionally separating yourself from the drama of facebook and endless scrolling of Instagram seems like a daunting, unrealistic task. Memes are far and few. I didn’t even know about spider-man crawling on the whitehouse. Nobody even told me about the Ashanti and Keyshia Cole versus. Besides that, I wasn’t afforded the wonderful opportunity to carry hundreds of stories with me everyday. 

I missed everything and nothing.

Without the endless checks for notifications or updated stories, life slows down. The people in front of you become your source of interaction, as they should. You now carry the stories that matter. 

I cried one evening. I had just spent hours with my 5 year old niece and goddaughter. To feel the warmth of joy was intoxicating. moving. I was heavy with presence. It was beautiful. I was sensitive, perceptive, and aware.

I became more organized. I put away my clothes soon after I took a trip. (big deal) I had made more room in my mind to do the tasks that were important. 

I learned about slow living. I read ecclesiastes. I threw away junk and decluttered as much as I could. 

I’m still becoming and being. and this time has been revelational and unforgettable. I regret becoming dependent on apps. I’m still ashamed that my fingers automatically take me to the place where my apps once rested but now i’m focused on myself, my family, my friends, and all that God wants me to see and feel. 

try it.