The elusive bliss of 'ish'
I came to this conclusion three days into my acute withdrawal from the techno-drug. One morning, suddenly and without warning, I found myself intimately immersed in my long-lost inner child.
Actually, it wasn't that deep. I was in Extended Child's Pose, a posture that must have been designed for yoga newbies, like me, who struggle with Warrior Two, much less handstands.
While everyone else was twisting and turning and stretching and breaking a sweat, I lay facedown on the yoga mat on the floor, head comfortably nestled between my folded knees like a child at naptime in school.
Then I had that moment of clarity so rare that when it happens it is never forgotten (and usually ends up in a column like this): "Hey, I've been techno-drug-free for a couple of days now. This feels great. When I get back, I've got to write about this so others will realize they're not alone. There is hope."
But between then and now, I relapsed. At 33,000 feet, just after the captain announced we had left Mexico and crossed into U.S. airspace, I fired up my dormant computer and began surfing the Internet. Waiting for me were 390 work and personal emails, a train of voice messages and enough online articles about politics, sports and the weather to keep me high for the rest of the flight — and beyond.
I haven't known "ish" since I got home. But at least I'm not in denial. My name is William, and I am a techno-aholic.
William Moyers is the vice president of public affairs and community relations for the Hazelden Foundation and the author of "Broken," his best-selling memoirs. His new book, "Now What? An Insider's Guide to Addiction and Recovery," was published in October. Please send your questions to William Moyers at email@example.com. To find out more about William Moyers and read his past columns, visit the Creators Syndicate Web page at www.creators.com.
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