I’m hep, really I am

Who said I’m old and technology-impaired? (Just because I don’t know how to text…)

This is actually kinda like texting, only you can do it on your computer (like any sane person would — phones are for talking, duh!)

My nieces aren’t even hip to it. (Should I worry that no one else I know is either?)

Anyway, I joined Twitter.

It was actually easy enough for me to figure out. And it’s a lot like IM’ing.
(If you don’t know what IM’ing is, who am I to scoff? It means Instant Messaging — a way to type short messages to people so you can talk back and forth. I remember when we got the capability to IM each other over our internal network at work, like 14 years ago — oh the messages that were flying (Cindy). Even though we only sat 2 desks away from each other.)

Anyway, to me, IM, Twitter, texting — it’s just the fancy, tech-y equivalent of passing notes in class — and God knows I did plenty of that!

Twitter prompts you to answer the question, “What are you doing?” and gives you 140 characters to do it in. Some people get “Tweets” to their cell phones, but that would be like texting and involve paying for it and such. Not me, I just Tweet up there in cyberspace. You can set up your Twitter page to follow whomever you like, and their Tweets and yours appear on the page. You can respond to particular Tweets if you like, or just sit back and see what your friends or fellow bloggers or even colleagues — some people use Twitter for business — are up to. Oh, and you can keep your Tweets private if you want, so people can only view them if you give permission.

My tweets are now in the sidebar on the left. As you can see, it’s not earth-shattering stuff. But for someone like me, working solo, chained to a computer,  stir-crazy from the lack of human contact, it’s just another little way to feel connected.

And maybe even a little hip.

We live in a society exquisitely dependent on
science and technology, in which hardly anyone
knows anything about science and technology.
~ Carl Sagan

Remember: Mind over mind

The latest stop on my ongoing (oft-detoured) journey to “get healthy” has involved taking Pilates and yoga through our local health system (that means “hospital” to us plain folk). I’m almost done with my second 8-week session with the same Pilates instructor — she’s great — and 5 weeks into my first session with the yoga instructor.

The last (and first) time I took yoga was almost 5 years ago — a community college “self-enrichment” class, and I didn’t remember a whole lot about it. But I had high hopes for this one because of my good experience with Pilates.

I’ve been disappointed — the class is so slow-paced. The instructor is nice and inspiring in her own way (she’s 61 and looks 50), but not very dynamic. And while it’s relaxing, I don’t feel I’m getting much of a workout. (In contrast, I sat in on the yoga class my Pilates instructor teaches after my Pilates class and was blown away. Talk about a workout. I’ll be taking her yoga class next time and, sadly, foregoing Pilates — just can’t handle two hours of classes back-to-back.)

One thing the yoga instructor does do is emphasize the mental aspects of yoga. She includes a “meditation” for each session, usually focusing on some aspect of positive thinking or feeling empathy for others or being present as we go through life.

Along those lines, she prefaced last night’s end-of-class meditation period by saying she has a little sign at home that reads:

Don’t believe everything you think.

If I take away nothing else from this yoga class, I’ll always remember that. It’s just the thing for a glass-half-empty, has-to-be-reminded-to-be-positive, needs-to-count-her-blessings kind of thinker like me.

Whether you think you can, or think you can’t, you’re right.
~ Henry Ford

They really do call it work for a reason

I know I should be using my downtime at work more productively, so I set out to be productive. It took a while to whittle down my e-mail inbox and sent folders to under 400 each, but then…then it was time to do something real. But what?

Then I had a thought. With more than 15 years as a business marketing writer under my belt, I should have something to say about the topic that would be useful to people involved in marketing their business. I should have a few (in the lingo of my clients) “lessons learned” and “best practices” to offer. So, why not do what I do best — write — and share what I know about it in another blog, a professional one this time, attached to my professional Web site.

After some trial and error (and some help from Support), I managed to figure out the logistics of setting up another blog on WordPress and keeping my dual identities separate. But now…now it’s time to do that other part. The writing part.

I love writing this blog. It’s fun, it’s therapeutic, it’s something I look forward to. If I don’t have anything to write about, I can wait a few days. No pressure. If the writing’s not perfect or inspired or even grammatically correct, oh well — I’m writing for fun, not fame or fortune.

Writing a blog for work, however, is turning out to be just like work. I have to figure out exactly what lessons I’ve learned that might help someone else. I have to figure out how to relate those lessons in a way that’s concise and interesting, not judgmental or preachy or sarcastic. I have to write like I do for my clients — like a professional writer who gets paid to put fingers to keyboard and make something make sense.

So, with all that in my head, I’ve yet to finish my first post. I figure I better have a few posts done before quietly “launching” the blog with a link on my Web site. The same DIY Web site I scrabbled together several years ago in FrontPage that desperately needs updating — and I haven’t a clue how to do it.

Downtime suddenly feels more like overtime.

To think too long about doing a thing often becomes its undoing.
~ Eva Young

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