I lost my sight as a teenager in 1980. And, that was just before computers began to be everywhere and for everyone. But as I went off to college, even though there were computers available at my university, this blind young woman couldn’t access them. I couldn’t type yet and they couldn’t talk yet so computers just weren’t an option.
Picture this: I’m visiting a friend whom I haven’t seen in years.
We’ve been able to stay in touch on the phone and by email. I’m traveling through her hometown and we meet for lunch. We hug, squeal, exchange “oh you look so good” comments, and then order our lunch. As we eat, we catch up on our kids and lives.
After the first frenzy of conversation, she’s less chatty. She doesn’t answer my questions very quickly. She seems so distracted. Our conversation loses its rhythm.
Then she says something about someone she’s following on Twitter, and I think, “Where in the world did that come from? I don’t even know who she’s talking about.”
There’s something about routine that brings me comfort. I know what to expect and what each new day will bring.
But, there’s also something about routine – about the dailiness of life – that can make me feel stuck.
I start to feel trapped in my very own life.
Have you ever felt swallowed up in the dailiness of your life — doing the same old chores and tasks over and over and over again?