My mind has been churning.
I liked my life of normal. I had enough people in my life. I had enough projects in my life. I had enough life in my life.
Then COVID. Then my guilt plugged in. Then my shame plugged in.
I could now reach the world – I was expected to reach the world! No more boundaries in the virtual world while the physical world was in lockdown.
A relative started a genealogy page. Now I know way too many relatives – and there is an expectation that every day is a family reunion day. I’m just one comment away from the next comment.
I used to be satisfied with one church service on Sunday. Now I watch up to three or four. I’m part of a prayer group out of Ontario. I can stream into any number of edifying, communal, global gatherings.
My local hardware store was the mediator of product. Now I can go online and enjoy my new friend, “AI” (Artificial Intelligence). AI knows my needs, anticipates my longings and costs me a lot of money.
So my body is here. But the rest of me?