I just returned from 4 days in Minnesota’s northwoods. Completely disconnected. The only things I took with me; water bottle, a couple days change of clothes, my notecards, and my wallet.
I hiked waterfalls, scrambled across rocky beaches, and fell asleep to flickering fires.
I pondered living in a lighthouse. Hiking a hundred vertical feet each day for fresh water – with no reliable access to the outside world. Yet, tasked with the responsibility of maintaining safe travels for dozens of ships a day. And the commerce implied therein.
Upon my return to civilization – I burned though the hundreds of messages laying stagnant in my inbox.
Only 7 remain.
Each with a clear action item associated with it.