Ten years and 100s of “solos” later, I can say with confidence that if I could give any bit of advice to my younger me it would be to spend at least one day a week in device-free solitude.
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I started fiercely writing letters, w/ a clarity of spirit that I hadn’t felt before.
I began to cultivate what John Keats calls negative capability — when one is capable of being in uncertainties & doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.
Although it seems daunting to “waste” a day--the time you save in having less fights, less stress, & less bullshit is priceless.
Paradoxically, solitude begets solidarity.
“Labor is a craft, but perfect rest is an art.”
Literally Nothing.
During the week I am held hostage by inputs: Texts. Notifications. Podcasts. No moment goes un-utilized.
On sabbath, no inputs. No podcasts while eating. No checking my phone during down time. No people. No conversations.
Nothing.
I’m just staring at the wall
It reminds me of DFW book on boredom, where he describes the accountant's work (no offense) just to give you a sense of what boredom truly is. And you see how boring boredom is.
That's what happens here too.
At first they’re quotidian: Did you get back to this person. Respond to that email. Overthinking a (unnecessary) comeback to something someone said months ago.
Then deeper. Compliments (& apologies) you should share. Lists of things to stop doing.
You haven’t felt actual feelings in so long.
Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only solitude can help you find them again.
Maybe when he said that hurtful thing he was going through something, you reflect.
You forgive.
Hearts & minds are reclaimed during solitude. Perspective shifts—they happen here.
Healing too.
How can you be a better friend to her, better partner to him, better colleague to them?
You ask these questions, brainstorm solutions, and then enact processes to operationalize the solutions.
Thoughts are sporadic + surface level before going deeper. It’s as if you’re hacking at a tree--several trees at a time. Whack-a-mole.
With enough hacks, you get at the root.
Normally, an input blocks deeper hacking.
But with silence, you hack away
Or, more accurately, they’ll catch you.
Sometimes you’ll lie there for hours. Nothing. Other times you’ll be seized with a desire to act.
You trust the process.
Or the pieces of a puzzle. Or the blocks in Tetris.
But your heart becomes like Wolverine’s body — the wounds heal themselves, if you let them.
“Time heals all wounds”, they say, but they forget to say that it’s the right kind of time--solitude.
It’s not even meditating. It’s just sitting there. Zoning the f out. Sometimes I mediate. Other times I fall asleep. 100% not judging the process.
I try to be in device-free solitude every week -- but realistically it’s like every 2/3 weeks for me. Sometimes it’s one day. Other times, it’s 3. Sometimes I break and check my phone. That's OK. The motivation is what matters.
Only rules are *no phone* & no *people*
During extended solitude, a conflict can drive you crazy. A passive aggressive remark can eat at you.
Even a dumb song could get stuck in your head on repeat for hours.
Spend 1 full day alone doing nothing.
Want to be more in touch with yourself?
Spend 1 full day alone doing nothing.
Want to have greater appreciation&connection of others?
Spend 1 full day doing nothing.
Don’t think it’s worth a full day?
Spend 2 days.
When do you know you’ve had a good “solo”?
When you’re hungry to see people again.
But when you take the time, you ask the right q’s, and you give the right answers to q’s noone’s asking—but they wish they were.
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