I was complaining about technology. Again.
This was not a new conversation. It’s one I repeat time and time again, with friends, family, random people in line at the grocery store, and most recently, my cousin, a self-professed technofile.
“This is the best time to be living in,” he told me, as my SUV purred along the highway and he pored over the glow of his smart phone.
For him, technology is exciting, revolutionary. An evolution of industries building toward a brighter, better future.
In my mind, technology equals anxiety.