Logging Off to Log In
Lately, I’ve been quieter online. Not because anything is wrong. Not because I’ve disappeared. But because I’ve been very present somewhere else. There’s a difference between scrolling through moments and living them. John looking up from his phone with that half-smirk when I invent a new sentence mangle. Hunter doing a perimeter patrol like he’s guarding the kingdom. Maverick and Marshall silently judging the entire household from their thrones. The Osbourne tweets chirping like they own the air. These aren’t things I want to multitask through. I don’t want to half-hear John while half-reading a feed. I don’t want to miss the way Hunter leans into my leg. I don’t want to look up and realize I watched a screen more than I watched the life I built. So if I’m not as active on social media, it’s intentional. It’s because I’m choosing coffee at the kitchen counter. Car rides with music too loud. Inside jokes that don’t translate to captions. Quiet evenings that don...