When I walk at a nearby park, I see children in strollers staring at cell phones and iPads. I wasn\u2019t born with an iPhone in my hand. I\u2019m a member of the \u201cin between\u201d generation. As a child, we didn’t have answering machines, cell phones or computers. I\u2019m really dating myself when I admit to remembering what we called \u201cparty lines.\u201d We actually shared a phone number with someone else and we could eavesdrop on each other\u2019s conversations.<\/p>\n
We\u2019ve come a long way from those days, but it hasn\u2019t been smooth sailing for a lot of us. My generation weathered the transition from dial phones to push buttons. From sitting at home waiting for a call to having answering machines. From coiled up wired plug-in phones to clumsy car phones and finally to cell phones. We went from floppy discs to hard disks, hard drives and the Cloud. When I think back, it was all kind of breathtaking. And not necessarily in a good way.<\/p>\n
My nephew is in his mid-thirties and when I told him there was a time when we didn’t have voice mail or cell phones, he was stunned. He couldn\u2019t begin to imagine it. He grew up with his head buried in a screen and now, it\u2019s second nature to him. I grew up with typewriters, Xerox machines, tape recorders, and clock radios and sometimes I feel like a dinosaur when I\u2019m trying to figure out how to do something new on my computer<\/p>\n
Years ago, I remember getting riled up and frustrated when I was trying to post something on my web site. I worked myself up into such a frenzy, I could hardly breathe. At the time, I had a go-to friend, Steven, who was a computer whiz. He was my age but he was born that way. His mind wrapped around technology from the start and I got into the habit of calling and asking him to come over to help me with my computer or tell me what to do over the phone. He obliged me for quite a while but as the number of times I reached out escalated, he started to get annoyed. One day, he had clearly had enough. When I emailed him for the fifth time, he sent me a return email that said, \u201cR T F M.<\/p>\n
I picked up the phone. \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d I asked him.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead The F**king Manual.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was a little ashamed at first but he was right. I had stopped trying to learn. I was leaning on him too much and it was time to try to work things out for myself. I breathed, I focused my attention, I told myself I could do it, and although it took a while, eventually, I figured it out. I have a friend in her eighties who had a similar experience. She does surprisingly well with her tech problems but one day, she was completely stumped. When she called her grandson to help her, he said, \u201cGoogle it, Grandma.\u201d That become a slogan for both of us.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not saying we shouldn\u2019t turn to other people. We need to ask for help with our electronic devices. That\u2019s what tech nerds are for. But it\u2019s important to try first, to stretch our minds into unfamiliar territory and see if we can find our way. These days, I try to be courageous enough to tackle a problem that stumps me. It\u2019s like untangling knots in a chain necklace. I work hard to overcome the reluctance to learn new things like figuring out a new and updated remote for the TV. Using bar codes to read restaurant menus on my phone. Making and receiving payments on Venmo, Paypal and Zelle.<\/p>\n
If we crumble, feel stupid and resent the time it takes to figure things out, if we refuse to use our brains in a new way, create some new synapses and get some kind of satisfaction from it, that\u2019s called \u201cgetting old.\u201d That\u2019s called being stubborn and refusing to keep up with the times. I don\u2019t want to get stuck in the past and miss the new and exciting things that are becoming available. I want to keep moving forward, learn the new language that has arisen and feel vital, physically, mentally and spiritually. I don\u2019t want to be afraid to ask questions and listen to the answers with an open heart and an open mind. I want to always try before I ask for help. I want to be a young old person, proud to display my hard earned wrinkles and the wisdom I\u2019ve gained over a lifetime of listening, discovering and speaking my mind. Most of all, I want to remain curious and continue to learn new things until I say \u201cSyonara,\u201d and move on with grace and dignity to the next schoolroom that is waiting for me.<\/p>\n
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