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Happy, sad, in bed, jumping for joy, wanting to fight, needing answers, wanting to feel connected...however you feel is OK. Below are a few links to help with whatever part of the process you are in..
When you post something on your blog, or Instagram, or Facebook or anything on the world wide web, you are sharing a part of yourself.
We’ve grown up with endless information at our fingertips (literally), and now expect the world to be our oyster as we morph into so-called adulthood.
Dopamine causes seeking behavior. Our neanderthal ancestors searched for food, water and shelter. Today, many of us have those basic needs, so we fill our desire to seek with other sources of information: enter social media.
Photos that you can feel, smell and pass down for generations through albums that get a little heavier each year.
Personally, I wish I could say my parents were not addicted to their technology. Lately it appears to rule their world
Unless you want to volunteer to yell to a bus of people to pick their heads up, we have to start with ourselves.
Our children have grown up as a generation that is more accustomed to playing on screens than racing toothpick boats down gutters when it rains.
There’s something about coffee shared with friends, sipping out of a real mug and having life-giving conversations.
If the best way to make friends is to be one, let’s be brave and ask our friends to put. the. phones. down.
LOL is the tech version of polite noise. Did you really mean IDGAF?
Imagine if Steve Jobs created the iPad with a warning label on the packaging similar to cigarettes or diving into 3 feet of water.
From an evolutionary standpoint, it’s like discovering fire and using it to light our farts.
We just feed each other shit and hope no one calls us on it. Figure if we're all doing it, it's okay.
Show up, differently by letting the people in your life know that they get first dibs, simply by being physically present in your life.
How you spend your days is how you spend your life. In the US, people spend an average of 7.4 hours per damn day looking at screens.
I left my kid in the car. Cue bunched panties.
Getting rid of your smartphone doesn't necessarily provide immediate gratification for a more relaxed life.
Personally, I wish I could say my parents were not addicted to their technology. Lately it appears to rule their world