Really, really. It's crazy how our electronic, synced to multiple devices calendar apparatus has become an extension of our minds. Or is it just me? I certainly feel bad when telling someone I'll attend this or that, only to forget placing it on my calendar, thus forgetting my word to said person. And, you know what? I used to feel slighted when someone gave me the same excuse (for lack of a better word). It indeed isn't an excuse, but rather the truth. A piece of material that weights 4-5 ounces literally tells us where to go, how to get there, and what we will be doing when we get there. Wow. Pretty neat when you really think about it. Being a part of the generation just before smartphones kind of makes me feel bad about the position we're in. Life seemed less complicated then. These days, daily planners just sit on shelves, waiting to go on sale. What a dismal, slow death at the hands of the digital lifestyle.
And to think, as I'm writing this feeling bad for nostalgic reasons, I instinctively pick up my iPhone, open the Calendar app (after unlocking phone with my face), and smile at the day I have lined up with all the specifics detailed properly. The little things.
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