Sunday, January 21, 2024
Chronicles of the Reconnected, where the WiFi is weak but the call of the wild is strong. Dive into the not-so-ordinary lives of folks who've beaten the work overload and zombie-like work habits for a bit of fresh air and nature. Meet the brave souls who dared to press 'Ctrl + Alt + Delete' on their digitally cluttered existence to embrace the messy, beautiful, and unfiltered reality of the value of unplugging on the regular. Let's get real, let's get raw, and let's get reconnected with nature. Each story is a bite-sized nugget, delivered weekly, and every week we dig a little deeper into each unfolding tale.
Becky's home office resembles a tech store after a tornado. Amid the chaos, her latest project blinks impatiently on the screen. 'I've seen less blue light at a rave,' she mutters to herself, rubbing her temples. Meanwhile across town in a swanky downtown office, Jack's 'ergonomic' chair feels more like a medieval torture device. 'This chair is where posture goes to die,' he texts Becky, his sense of humor barely masking the fatigue.
Mealtime feels like an ad for a tech company: everyone's eyes glued to a device, thumbs flicking faster than hearts beat. Their teenager's latest viral video attempt involves a skateboard and their anxious dog. 'Digital Darwinism at its finest, 'Becky sighs. 'Remember faces? They're like emojis, but 3D,' Jack deadpans, as his phone buzzes with another 'urgent' email."
In the quiet post-dinner standoff, Becky feels a dull panic. 'Is this it? Is this us?' Her eyes meet Jack's, a silent agreement passing between them. 'It's time. Time to log off and tune in. To life, to laughter, to whatever's out there that doesn't need a password.' Jack nods, the weight of unspoken agreement heavy in the air. 'Let's find our lost selves remember this people? And maybe... just maybe, let's find some stars too.