It is finally Friday. I suppose I’m grateful to be through another and to be through it above ground. However, I’m not sure that Friday’s, or the inception of the weekend means what it once did to me, as I work for myself.
What then does it mean? That I’ll spend less time in front of this screen? Probably, but I’ve got a laptop, so, weather permitting (meaning that it’s not 90+ outside), I’d take it outdoors, or use it in the family room. Even if I didn’t, I’ve still got an iPhone, on which I check my email almost incessantly.
All of this brings to the point of connection. It seems to me that most of us (okay, a great generalization) are too well-connected. We carry multi-tasking cell phones, tablets, iPads all for the purpose of never being “out-of-pocket.” Of course I’m “guilty” of a “connection obsession,” or at least close to it.
When I consider “connection,” it comes to me that we have far less time for quiet reflection, or even thought in general.
Cell phones, 24/7 cable news and television in general and the loss of those great all music FM stations – I wonder if they aren’t all, in some way, responsible for our current human condition; one that, to me, lacks an overall contentment and from which we once derived a sense of well-being we seem to lack today.
On other posts, I’d discussed the shining faces of new families, all ostensibly “happy,” even gleeful.
But are they? Do they not worry about their employment, finances, the continuing wars and, in general, the deteriorating condition of our nation and society?
I do wonder.
