When I first got my computer I used to sit in front of it trying to get the mouse to do what I wanted it to do, sweating and saying over and over to myself, “Don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t panic”. That was 5 years ago, I was forty two and couldn’t imagine what I would even use a computer for.
Today, Jon and I brought that computer to the Apple store in Albany to see if it was worth keeping. I was told that any computer over 5 years old was considered vintage. The man who helped us had to go into the back room to get an “old” keyboard to hook up to it. I would not be able to use the latest Lion operating system and the most I could do on it is upload photos, blog and email.
It’s only been 5 years, but this computer has been with me from the beginning. I learned how to blog on it, and started my first website on it. It went through my divorce and made my art studio into a business. I learned how to buy and listen to music on it and how to find out anything I wanted to know when ever I wanted to know it. I learned I could be selective about what I wanted to watch and hear and do it on my own time. It connected me to a group of people (everyone reading this) that I would never have known. It makes my life, as it is, possible.
So I’ve come to be grateful for and love this thing that used to terrify me. It reminds me how knowledge and understanding can turn something scary into a whole new beautiful way of seeing the world.