Yesterday I sort of rediscovered Twitter. Along with everyone else, apparently. Twitter has grown 700% in the last year. It's crazy. And I'm enjoying it, following dutifully along on Tweetdeck.
I'm also a little overwhelmed. How in the world can I keep up with this? Should I even try? And who cares what I'm doing right now? Who really needs to know?
I'm also convicted. What else could I be doing with my time? How often do my kids see me with this blasted computer on my lap? Do I spend as much time living my life as I do tweeting about it?
Relevant Mag wonders what Twitter is doing to us. It's a good article. Read it here. My good buddy Tony Gapastione wrote a thought-provoking post on his blog a few days back. Check it out here.
I started to write a song today. (I used to do that, before I was consumed with Facebook, Twitter and blogging.) The first part goes like this:
I have 1,223 friends
So why do I feel so alone?
Sitting here in the glow of the screen,
Afraid to pick up the phone.
I think this new technology is amazing. I can network like never before. I can keep up with friends - old and new. I can connect with people I meet and find out all about them. I can share my life in video, photos, thoughts, songs, etc. I blogged about it here right after the election.
But does all this "connection" really, truly enrich my life? I guess the real answer is... Sometimes. In moderation. Yes and no. Not when I get obsessive about it. Not when I forgo real, face-to-face interaction with people I care about in favor of "connecting" with people I hardly know.
So now what? It's not practical to just pull the plug. But I don't typically do "moderation" very well. God, give me wisdom... I want to honor you with my time and use this technology for YOU.
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