If the world were to be captured in a freeze frame moment in time the way we do with the internet, and a future observer paused to have a look at my phone internet browser they would see 42 open tabs. Those tabs date back some years now. They come and go, but since I’ve owned the phone they’ve never been completely empty.
It could be the number of tabs you leave open is like the amount of random information that swirls through your mind or the number of stray strands of thought that go unfinished. My tabs are a beautiful mess of everything and anything that comes across my psyche.
There is a tab showing a database from the clash Royale game where I can track what my next prize ought to be. There is a tab, only a few removed from that one, telling the story of the great plague. Another heralds the NY Giant free agent signings. Two more tabs point to various locations in my youngest kid’s middle school’s website page. I sort through these on occasion culling the massive list down to a manageable ‘I can’t close that’ amount but never really dealing with what I leave open.
There is a tab about my heart medication. There is a travel tab or three. There is this tab—the 43rd which I am presently using to blog.
All of these are part of my daily life and connection to the world beyond the tiny hamlet I call home. All of these tabs are connections; tiny feelers into a reality I’m constantly struggling to understand and to contribute to in a meaningful way. I remind myself of the world and the work through these tabs and these tabs remind me that there is more to be seen and to learn and to love.