is it just me...

or is the world moving just a little too fast these days?

Maybe it has something to do with Sarai turning one already. Maybe it has to do with the number of changes I've gone through within a relatively short period of time (became a minitry leader, married, finished grad school, prego, baby, and now a toddler). But whatever the cause, things seem to be happening a bit faster than I can keep up with.

I think of the phrase, "hold that thought." Seems like I can't hold onto any thought. Far too often, I'm downstairs, just about to leave when suddenly, I remember--I need to grab some diapers for the diaper bag! I race up the stairs, two at a time, and land at the top, slightly winded. I stand there at the top, and look around: our room, baby's room, office. "Now, what did I come up here for??"

There is definitely something wrong with that picture. I'm not even 30, and I'm having problems remembering something within a span of like, 30 seconds.

I am a product of the rapid-technology generation--those of us who barely remember the world without computers (started typing and working on Macs when I was only 9 years old). I grew up on Sesame Street on TV and Street Fighter on Super Nintendo. I remember the proliferation of the Information Superhighway; while I was in middle school, I created my first online social networking profile (remember blackplanet??). And a short few years later, I opened an email account that I still use today. I have been well-connected for a while now.

Yet, I'm beginning to feel a bit encumbered by the abundance of information to which we now have access. Call me crazy, but...I'm starting to miss the days of less information! Less news to consider, fewer points of view to navigate through, fewer distractions, fewer messages torpedoed my way!

Now, there are always emails to respond to, startling status updates, text messages galore. Family is a fragmented concept; friendships are virtual; and neighbor almost equates with phantom.

We can spend hours behind computer screens, focus intently on teeny text message apparatuses, and read news line by line without blinking an eye. Yet spending more than a moment in prayer has become laborious, seeing each others' hearts is like trying to see through a dark mosaic veil, and watching the sway of the trees is only a foreground for our incessant thoughts.

But like I said,
maybe
it's just
me.