Yesterday was one of those tech-stretchy days. The kind that young techie pups find invigorating and old techless dogs find frustrating. If you’re over 50, you know what I’m talking about.
My tech stretch began after I had nearly completed an application to present a workshop at a children’s ministry conference. I was feeling smug and efficient until I reached the fine print. It said that in addition to completing the written application, new speakers needed to submit a ten minute video clip of them speaking.
Suddenly, I was quaking in my boots. In my experience, the words “ten minute video clip” are synonyms for “you’re doomed, sucker!” The sense of doom was so pervasive, I had to go to my happy place 24 hours earlier than expected. With eyes closed, I concentrated on deep, cleansing breaths and visualized the side of our mountain in Shadow Valley.
One day hence, we would be there for real. But for the time being, this virtual happy place would have to do. I pictured myself standing on the side of the mountain, surrounded by family, breathing the pine-scented air. I imagined being safe from all things digital, video-graphic, onlinish, and technological.
Bliss, pure bliss.
By the time this entry posts, we’ll actually be on the mountain – cell phone free, internet free, email free, blog free – 23 of every 24 hours – talking to people face to face. Not very tech stretchy, but this old techless dog finds face time highly invigorating.
As for the ten minute video clip, it will have to stretch for itself. I’m ready for a mountainside experience, a week of pure bliss.
