It’s been striking me as a little odd lately that I have somehow become a tech geek. Not the kind of geek that has to have all the latest of every new technology out there (I still don’t have a smartphone, after all), but the kind that everyone asks how to make something work. My mother-in-law, who lives next door to me, says I can never move, because she would never be able to work her own computer. I found myself getting excited today over a small box delivered to my work: a brand new hand-held digital recording system. I keep having to tear myself away from the manual to get my regular work done!
It didn’t used to be this way – my husband was the computer freak. Games, systems, internet: he was the resident expert, not me. I never learned how to use a proper computer (outside of typing class) until halfway through college. And almost everything I know about computers I’ve taught myself. I know that if I push enough buttons, I can figure out what to do. I can’t explain that to someone else, but I know way more than enough to be dangerous.
Now, I’m the one who can (mostly) intelligently research a new computer program, or digital recording system, or wireless printer, and be able to figure it out with few headaches. I’m addicted to live streaming, and honestly, the main reason I don’t have a Droid is because I’m afraid of how much time I would spend on it! (I spend most of my day on the computer for work, and try to limit it at home because of that – when I can avoid eye contact with the laptop.)
I enjoy my tech knowledge – it helps me in the everyday of doing things. I need to stop to consider, though: if I spent as much time with God and my family with the same amount of “face-to-face” time as I do with my computer screen, how much more impressive would those relationships be? A lofty, but attainable, goal, and one I think I’ll be striving for….