You know how, first thing in the morning, you rush into your day without conscious thought?
The beep-beep of the alarm or the pressure of a full bladder gets you bolt upright, feet on the floor, shuffling to do your business and greet the day in whatever mood you’re in. Well, it’s time to hit pause and choose a different wake-up routine.
There’s a journal that goes with the practice – I’m getting one for each of my grandchildren for Christmas. Their worlds are iPhones and YouTube and recording everything they do on Snapchat – but they have only a limited concept taking time out from technology and simply thinking or daydreaming.
I was shocked during Thanksgiving dinner when my 17 year old granddaughter (grade 12) said she’s a slow reader and doesn’t enjoy it much. How did that happen? We grew up in a house filled with books, no matter how poor our family was. I have rooms crammed with shelves of books, I own hundreds of audiobooks. I write books, for heaven’s sake. So I ask myself, is this part of the fall-out of modern technology? My fifteen year old grandson was not taught cursive writing in elementary school. No one seems to think that loss of technique is appalling.
So this Grandma’s quest is to try to reshape how they approach their day, so that they can drill down to what is important, wipe away some of the clutter and learn to focus. It might work; it might not. All I can do is try.