Technology can be our best friend, and technology can also be the biggest party pooper of our lives. It interrupts our own story, interrupts our ability to have a thought or a daydream, to imagine something wonderful, because we’re too busy bridging the walk from the cafeteria back to the office on the cell phone. – Steven Spielberg
Thank you, Mr. Spielberg. You’ve perfectly captured how conflicted I feel about technology’s presence in my daily life.
I wouldn’t be sitting here, typing this blog post, if it weren’t for technology. Or been able to post a picture of my pesto zucchini noodles on Instagram the other night.
But I also wouldn’t have checked my phone for emails, text messages, Twitter notifications etc., at 5:30 am, making it the first thing I did when I woke up and came downstairs to start my day.
I am always connected.
From the time I wake up until I turn off all of the lights and get in to bed. My kids are the same way. The only one in my household who is different is my husband. He still owns a flip phone. About once a year, he upgrades. To another flip phone. It doesn’t take pictures. He has to text via the tiny keypad. And he can’t check his email every five minutes.
Sometimes I think he’s lucky.
But then other times, when we’re lost in Las Vegas, looking for that new restaurant in an un-gentrified neighborhood, I’m the lucky one. Because I can get us there. And when we go hiking and see snow, a wonder for us Floridians, I can take lots of pictures to post on social media.
I could do things the old-fashioned way. When we’re lost, stop someone and ask for directions. Maybe learn something new about the area along the way to our destination. And really, who am I kidding, who gives a f#$k about my Instagram feed?
A few weekends ago, my mom, my daughter and I went for a long walk from her house to the little town I grew up in. None of us brought our phones. We were gone for four hours. Talking, having lunch, window shopping and running in to old friends. Did I mention talking? It didn’t even hit me until we were almost back home that I was completely out of touch. And I started to jones a little bit for my phone.
Just like everything else in life, there needs to be a balance. And I think right now, I’m out of balance. Hubs and I are heading out on a little vacation next week. I’m vowing to keep the obsessive refreshing of my apps to a bare minimum. Focus on the moment and being with him.
And work on my communication skills.
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