Today I am going to hit the road for a while. Just me and two wheels. Not to escape anything….. but to live a little more richly. Where I live has rolling hills and gorgeous rolling hills….. farmlands and the Great Lakes. Flats where you don’t expect them and hills that could be considered mountains if they were in the right place.
I don’t ” check out”… while riding. It’s actually my way of “checking in” I’d say. To put down the comforts of a world that is too inundated with things for me. Yet at the same time I depend on these things to run a business, stay connected, and essentially live.
I remember in the neighborhood as a kid playing kick the can in the front yard….. then we’d all meet up at someone else’s house for ghost in the graveyard…… truthfully I miss those days. It saddens me that my son will never know that it is like to live that way. To disappear after school and come home when the sky got dark. To wander along through town with your BFF and your bike. That 10 speed Ross bike this all started on.
My son will not ever know our house to have a phone with a cord. Or without a computer.
I remember my father setting up that first computer on Christmas years ago. Mary meets Pacman. I remember our first cordless phone. My first walkman. for years as a spinning instructor I made tapes, I taped from the radio or had one of those tape to tape recorders.
It’s strange to be at a certain point in life and realize you fall into the category of….. when I was younger…… to have your child wonder how on earth you survived.
It’s not to say that the technology is bad. My sister lives in Paris France and we’ve already emailed this morning. Luc met one of me athletes via Skype last night. Through Facebook I have met and reconnected with people I never imagined I would see again. Heck my entire business is internet based.
I am of the last generation that has gone “X Years” without hearing from High School Classmates. The kids graduating now will never know that feeling. It’s an awesome feeling to see names pop up after 17 years.
I think because I am of that generation I need to turn off. I need to unplug from the laptop and the phone for a while. My bike is the last remaining connection to the world I knew as a kid. I miss it. I miss wandering the neighborhood. I miss coming home at dusk. I miss the simplicity of it all.
We can still have that simplicity however. It’s all how you integrate, function and unplug in the right way.
T minus three hours and I will yank that plug right out of the wall.