I'm no spring chicken. To prove it, I have a son who turns seventeen this weekend. Seriously. I gain another half-inch of gray just thinking about it.
But I'm not exactly over the hill, either. I got married and started my family when I was still fairly young, so I guess that places me somewhere between ancient history and the modern era. I'm just slightly vintage.
I remember when the Berlin Wall was in one piece, when President Reagan was shot, and when the Smurfs were all the rage among seven-year-olds. The first time around.
I also remember when phones had cords, Cabbage Patch dolls were rationed, and reheating dinner meant turning on the stove. Yep, I remember when my family first got a microwave oven. I wasn't very old, but I still remember. My dad tried to heat up a hamburger for me. He put it in the microwave for about six or seven minutes. You could break a window with it when the buzzer finally sounded (they didn't "beep" back then).
The world has changed a lot since I was a kid! It's changed a lot since I've been an adult, too. Just a few years ago, cell phones required an antennae, people drank glasses of water straight from the tap, and hand-held computers were thought of as spy gadgets. The word "text" referred to the writing on the pages of a book, "pin" was something you did when you attempted to sew, and "follow" meant you walked around behind someone. The thing your toddler does to you from sun up to sun down. Oh, and "like" was the way you felt about leftover pizza or the word you said several times in each sentence (if you grew up in the 80's valley girl era).
My, my how times have changed. I sound like an old lady! Sometimes I feel like one, too. I'm afraid I've been a little slow in keeping up with the times. Sure, I live nearly every minute of the day with my iPad by my side and I finally got a text-friendly cell phone, but I've dragged my feet over getting involved with things like Facebook and Twitter. I was afraid they would suck my schedule dry. I had a feeling I would waste my life reading about everyone else's. And other social media outlets like Pinterest and Instagram sounded like such fun, but I just never made the time for them.
Well, I'm stepping out of the dark ages. In the past few months, I've jumped into the social media scene. Alright, so "jumped" might be a little too strong of a word. I guess you could more accurately say I've "baby-stepped". I've started posting on Facebook, tweeting on Twitter, and saving my favorite things to Pinterest. I even signed up for an Instagram account. I'm trying to guard my heart and time so I don't get so virtually social that I forget to be social with the people around me (you know, like the kiddos I'm supposed to teach and love on), but I'm having a great time catching up with the rest of the world.
I'll admit that I still feel a bit like the old lady my kids think I am, but at least I'm moving in the right direction. I struggle to post and tweet and pin and photograph consistently, but I'm working on that, too. I even added buttons to the bottom of my posts so all you with-it people can just click and share, if that's your thing.
Anyway, I just thought you should know that I'm no longer living in the past. Well, at least not as far as socializing is concerned. Just don't ask me to stop saying "cool" or "like" or "totally awesome". Some habits die harder than others. Maybe some habits shouldn't die at all.
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