Analog all the way! I grew up in the 70’s …days spent outside and evenings making all sorts of things inside. It was the perfect balance. It makes me sad that I am inside as much as I am … something that i deeply need to change (thanks for the nudge!). But to answer your question … loosing myself in my art room is where I disconnect and it is magical … so good for my soul! Happy “analog-ing!”
Thanks for reading. For everyone online there is always someone out there rebelling! My best friend told me yesterday she is formally a crochet’er. She is officially taking blanket orders because she’s made too many crocheted animals for her son. It made me so happy.
You brought so many sweet memories, Brenna! Thank you. We had huge magnetophone when I was growing up, and I remember how shocked I was hearing my voice recorded - I thought I sounded very different:)
I like when I forget my phone, or hiking and there is no reception- world comes back to me then, in all details and beauty, and I take note.
Yes I remember hearing my voice back too and being bewildered! I LOVE forgetting my phone and not having service. I have a friend who observes sabbath by not using her phone and I've considered doing that as well. Thanks for reading :)
I’m also a child of the 90s & this resonated deeply. I spent a lot of time outside as a kid & still love it…journaling has been a really great discovery in recent years too. Putting pen on paper is one of my favourite things, as is enjoying a record or making a slow pour coffee. It saddens me in hindsight that I spent most of my 20s scrolling but the less time I spend online now, the more that curiosity & wonder of being a kid returns. It’s reassuring to know that you can still have that slower, methodical, analogue life.
Thank you for writing this. Just this morning I was journaling, and I wrote "all these days I've been waiting for a free day, without work, without agenda or anyone to meet, and today I have that day but I spent the whole morning and afternoon just scrolling through my phone'. The internet addiction is strong with me.
I'm so glad to find you here and I am going to try out all the things you mentioned here, and see if I can make my experience more 'present' in the physical space, rather than living my life on the internet.
I grew up in the 70s as well. Where do I begin? I miss lying on the living room floor listening to my father playing his grand piano-he had his masters in music performance & could have easily have been a concert pianist. I miss just playing in the backyards with friends. Putting coins on the railroad tracks for the train to flatten them out. Playing library with my sisters and all our books. Learning cursive in school. Not fearing predators-more innocence than what our children have today. My friends and I wrote a play and performed it in my garage for my parents. Hiking in the “valley”. I lived near the beautiful Emerald Necklace of the Cleveland, Ohio Metro areas- also called the Metroparks. We went sled riding near my home. We walked to the hills. We saw deer down in the valley. We skipped stones on the Rocky River. We built snowmen. We went ice skating on Rocky River in the Metroparks. I didn’t have tapes of books. I had a plastic Mickey Mouse record player where I played 45 records and looked at a book while I listened to the book on my record player. I loved it. My friends and I walked down the street to a 5&10 store (that’s Nickel and Dime) with a dime or a quarter to get bags of candy from the bulk candy. We were served by the owner of the store. It was not self serve. I remember sitting in the front seat of the car as a kid without a seatbelt or car seat, watching the man at the gas station checking the oil, pumping gas and washing the windshield. We played kick the can well into dusk. Haha there were chain letters- all hand written. That was our spam I suppose. We walked everywhere, went roller skating every Friday evening at Berea Roll&Bowl as teens. So much more. Life seemed much simpler and I felt more connected to people then.
Analog all the way! I grew up in the 70’s …days spent outside and evenings making all sorts of things inside. It was the perfect balance. It makes me sad that I am inside as much as I am … something that i deeply need to change (thanks for the nudge!). But to answer your question … loosing myself in my art room is where I disconnect and it is magical … so good for my soul! Happy “analog-ing!”
Ohh 😮 an art room. How magical. 🔮
It is one of my happiest places for sure!
Thanks. Feeling this hard today - how shattered everyone’s attention is, and how hard it is to change that status for oneself.
Thanks for reading. For everyone online there is always someone out there rebelling! My best friend told me yesterday she is formally a crochet’er. She is officially taking blanket orders because she’s made too many crocheted animals for her son. It made me so happy.
You brought so many sweet memories, Brenna! Thank you. We had huge magnetophone when I was growing up, and I remember how shocked I was hearing my voice recorded - I thought I sounded very different:)
I like when I forget my phone, or hiking and there is no reception- world comes back to me then, in all details and beauty, and I take note.
Yes I remember hearing my voice back too and being bewildered! I LOVE forgetting my phone and not having service. I have a friend who observes sabbath by not using her phone and I've considered doing that as well. Thanks for reading :)
All of this. I love a long haul flight because I have no internet signal so I’m forced to not be scrolling on my phone.
Yes! That is a nice positive about long flights. I’m going back to the states soon I need to adopt this mindset 😂
I’m also a child of the 90s & this resonated deeply. I spent a lot of time outside as a kid & still love it…journaling has been a really great discovery in recent years too. Putting pen on paper is one of my favourite things, as is enjoying a record or making a slow pour coffee. It saddens me in hindsight that I spent most of my 20s scrolling but the less time I spend online now, the more that curiosity & wonder of being a kid returns. It’s reassuring to know that you can still have that slower, methodical, analogue life.
Thank you for writing this. Just this morning I was journaling, and I wrote "all these days I've been waiting for a free day, without work, without agenda or anyone to meet, and today I have that day but I spent the whole morning and afternoon just scrolling through my phone'. The internet addiction is strong with me.
I'm so glad to find you here and I am going to try out all the things you mentioned here, and see if I can make my experience more 'present' in the physical space, rather than living my life on the internet.
I grew up in the 70s as well. Where do I begin? I miss lying on the living room floor listening to my father playing his grand piano-he had his masters in music performance & could have easily have been a concert pianist. I miss just playing in the backyards with friends. Putting coins on the railroad tracks for the train to flatten them out. Playing library with my sisters and all our books. Learning cursive in school. Not fearing predators-more innocence than what our children have today. My friends and I wrote a play and performed it in my garage for my parents. Hiking in the “valley”. I lived near the beautiful Emerald Necklace of the Cleveland, Ohio Metro areas- also called the Metroparks. We went sled riding near my home. We walked to the hills. We saw deer down in the valley. We skipped stones on the Rocky River. We built snowmen. We went ice skating on Rocky River in the Metroparks. I didn’t have tapes of books. I had a plastic Mickey Mouse record player where I played 45 records and looked at a book while I listened to the book on my record player. I loved it. My friends and I walked down the street to a 5&10 store (that’s Nickel and Dime) with a dime or a quarter to get bags of candy from the bulk candy. We were served by the owner of the store. It was not self serve. I remember sitting in the front seat of the car as a kid without a seatbelt or car seat, watching the man at the gas station checking the oil, pumping gas and washing the windshield. We played kick the can well into dusk. Haha there were chain letters- all hand written. That was our spam I suppose. We walked everywhere, went roller skating every Friday evening at Berea Roll&Bowl as teens. So much more. Life seemed much simpler and I felt more connected to people then.