I have allowed myself become handicapped by technology. Let me explain.
I needed to get some writing done the other day and my family wanted to go to the beach. Perfect! I always feel inspired at the beach.
I just don’t think it is an ideal place for a laptop – especially not with a six-year-old.
There are very few material things I value: the charms on my necklace, my wedding rings, an alligator picture my son made, and my laptop.
It is not expensive or fancy; it just gives me the freedom and the capacity to do lots of stuff wherever I go.
So I take my pen and a pad to the beach.
‘Cept I am not used to writing – with a pen anymore. I type a lot more quickly than it takes me to write something. By the time I write something out long hand, I have forgotten half of it. I even type my shopping list.
So I am writing to this to you now on a pad on a dock with the intention to type it out later. The paper is a mess.
I miss my backspace key, but I think the trade-off is well worth it.