Technology

I have a continued love and hate relationship with technology. Most of college I left my cell phone off, which killed my friends and sometimes my social life -but often made my relationship with those around me much more sound. Much more full. And present.

In Bolivia, technology was so far and in between for me. I lived for emails from home, yet I thrived on not having a cell phone. There were days I could not be reached, which allowed me for silence -a rarity today.

And now I continue to despise facebook and the lack of relational quality there. Yet people are so attached. Heartwrenching really. But what is this? I haven't used this outlet in years, I firmly know that no one checks my thoughts any more. Something else in my life that is not since Bolivia. I have quite a few journals. With literal blood, sweat, and tears -I write best after a few hours of running (I prefer physical running although lately it is my mind running all night). I would never dream of allowing someone to crack one open. The idea is that in 60 years, I would grab a few entries and think about writing in a more serious light. Later. Much later. And yet, I write here, heart on my sleeve, with the idea that no one knows -but why. Sometimes I am a walking contradiction. I bet those around me fine it too much. I think its indearing :)

The potential that someone could stumble here? Someone who? I imagine this person to be a stranger. Yet my name and contact information is here. hmm.

I used the delete button six times.

Time for a run. Sunrise runs are the best way to start the week.