It all began simple enough. A ringing came from my stocking on Christmas morning in 2002. My husband wanted me to have a cell phone so we could reach each other. Then many years later came the smart phone and all of a sudden I could be instantly connected to my email, to text messaging, to the internet.
It all began innocent enough, you know. Such a new, fascinating thing, social media. I could find old friends, see photographs of family, keep track of my kids, share our fun, farm life. I started my first company- a modeling agency- twenty years ago. Since then I opened a dance company, two apothecaries, a farm, written ten books, and have been written about in several newspapers from the Denver Post to the Huffington Post.
I am connected. Bound. A Facebook page, four business pages, two Instagram accounts, two emails, a cell phone, and an unexplainable addiction to the thing I despise, technology.
My very self has been wrapped up in it all. My identity. I fear that if I don’t have a social media presence that I will disappear. If I only have a home phone, will I become invisible? How will I make friends? I might be out of touch. I might be free.
My friends know where I live. There is a big sign that says Pumpkin Hollow Farm out front! They can call me on a home phone hung on the wall in my farm kitchen. In reality, my daughter can send me photos. The same eight friends like all my posts on all my pages. I don’t really like the wide world of Instagram knowing where I live, actually. I am kind of tired of hosting zillions of events. Amazon sells my books, as do the local shops and museum. If I wanted to boost my farm, or my books, or my work, I could go to markets. I could be local, face to face, authentic. You know, old fashioned.
I can still write my beloved blog.
Does anyone else feel trapped by the constant pace of the tech world? How much time do I lose? I am a simple housewife, apron donned and all, who grew up in a time where the phone cord wouldn’t reach around the corner so I could have privacy. How did we get here? With every person we see on the phone, all the time, in every place, in every situation, always connected, as if we will lose our place on this earth if we disappear from it all.
I think I am going to get a home phone.
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I closed out most of my social media accounts, and my productivity (and happiness) has sky-rocketed! It’s been a few years now, and I don’t miss it.
I made that decision when I moved to a state close to all my “friends,” and then living only 15 minutes away, none of these “friends” ever seemed to have time to hang out. It was a wake-up call, of sorts.
Now my (real) friends have my number and contact me directly.
Very interesting blog! It brought back some memories for me. Take care,
Inspiring! Thanks for sharing this.
I love this! I feel torn between it all as well.
I am beginning my homestead ‘business’ and want to find a community. I want to live outside and in the kitchen. I hate my phone but I’m addicted. Why? The convenience.
I think you’re right!