Twitter, Facebook, Google+, LinkedIn……not once did I miss the ongoing stream of information. And I particularly did not miss the self-generated extended family drama that plays itself out repeatedly, throughout the generations of my extended family.
There was one time, though, when we missed our digital age. Lying beneath the blue skies, faces turned to the sun, we looked at each other and said, simultaneously, “What time is it?”
Did I mention that neither of us brought our phones? Insert GASP here. No access to time, traveling on the tail end of a blizzard and expecting to arrive in much the same weather, not even a phone.
We had a good laugh, realizing that we didn’t have to be anywhere anyway so what did the time matter?
Here’s what I learned from my digital vacation:
- I really don’t need to know about every detail of people’s lives; particularly those whom I haven’t seen IRL in years
- Even family members, no matter how distant, seem only to post things that feed my inner worrier
- Most couples and families can eat an entire dinner without ever saying a word (MOST disturbing); even without digital access
So, have I changed? For now, but I know the insidious path that digital and electronic devices take to furrow back into your heart, brain and life. I’m on the watch!