Life without the internet

Paul Miller is going internet free for an entire year.

It’s all anybody asks me. I tell them I’m not using the internet for a year, and they just need to know: “How’s it going?”

“It’s going great,” I say.

“Yeah?” they say, dubiously. Their eyes glaze over: they’re trying to imagine what it would be like for them to leave the internet for any span of time. They probably read some article recently that made them feel bad about their Facebook habit. “I don’t think I could do it,” they admit.

What’s it like?

I’ve never felt so calm and happy in my life. Never. And then I started actually getting stuff done. I bought copies of Homer, Plato, Aristotle, Herodotus, and Aeschylus. I was writing at an amazing pace. For the first time ever I seemed to be outpacing my editors.

Without the internet, everything seemed new to me. Every untweeted observation of daily life was more sacred. Every conversation was face to face or a phone call, and filled with a hundred fresh nuances. The air smelled better. My sentences seemed less convoluted. I lost a bit of weight.

Three months later, I don’t miss the internet at all.