Passing Through the Looking Glass and Down the Rabbit Hole

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Last night, as I was staying up way too late to get my bloggy blog to look just so, my brain was a-whirling. I have become increasingly amazed at the time suck-age aspect of Internet Blogging. It can take hours to understand how to fix or create one thing. HOURS! And for what? Why? I think of it as a creative outlet, but it's so much more.

The Internet itself is a New Place to explore. It is a beyond the looking glass inversion of all things us. In it we can hear our inner voice - as we write, as we read; as we are in here and not out there.

Not only is it a place to extend our voices -- it is also a place to read others' thoughts. It's private, personal. There's something very intimate about reading another person's writings. And blog topics, too, can often be quite confidential. And we Bloggers let each other in - in here -- beyond the looking glass where it is safe. It is in our Wonderland where we can share and relate and be.

And so we all  have together tumbled as Alice did: only we've ended up in this expansive and limitless place, hoping to share our voice, maybe make a friend. And certainly to capture moments; be suspended in time -- just like Alice.

But I haven't just fallen into the blogging/Internet abyss, I have catapulted myself -- and I'm stuck on the other side. I have become a bit lost in here...I have gone way beyond Alice's mirror and her rabbit hole: I am now a part of a very different world than her Wonderland. This is the World Wide WEB.  And it is my Wonderland.

And. I. am. always. late.

The most difficult part about my new Wonderland: my hubby and baby cannot cross and join; they just wait impatiently for me on the other side. They are here in spirit, but with them I cannot accurately share the great lessons I'm learning and adventures I'm traveling; at least not first hand. And the experiences get lost and blurred in the retelling. And so, my Wonderland remains mine (ours) as we all journey together.

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Like Alice's Wonderland, I am carried in many directions in here. And I get overwhelmed! This Internet is a very confusing, entangled place! Unlike Alice, I am definitely not playing a game of cards or chess. My Wonderland is NOT METHODICAL. I innocently try to move in one direction, attempting to create something new, and I end up caught in all the 'how to's'. And once I get out of that mess, and I feel composed once again, I turn around and become bombarded with streams of oncoming distractions: a 'comment' here, and a 'tweet me' there , and a 'follow me' now. AHHH! I become an ensnared mess!

And. Once Again. I. Am. Late. 

The clock is ticking and I am hurriedly and busily trying to find that one end of the World Wide Web to unravel myself and continue in a straight, linear, concise and specific manner. I try desperately to find my footing and my focus. As the clock ticks, and I start to hear others from Beyond the Glass calling me, I need to get out of this webby mess and get myself back to my blog! Hopefully, having completed at least one. simple. task. Oh the journey!

As the voices get louder and I try desperately, frantically to get my one task accomplished, I pause for a moment, and look around the whirl y mess: this is my Wonderland

And I. am. Alice. 

I am suspended in here.

Even when I am running late out there and I have to climb back through the hole and enter the other side of the glass...I am always still partially in here. With You.

 

But now, I have a Very Important Date.

**This is an exaggerated, hyperbolic piece.
**pps: I am only ever on the Net when baby naps or at night...hence lack of sleep1 

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