My internet was extremely slow toward the end of last week. I wasn't sure whether it was a problem only at my home or perhaps an area problem. But when connectivity got spotty, I called Comcast. A technician came out a day later, determined it wasn't my modem but, in fact, was something with the outside cables and connections. Another technician was needed, and it would be within 72 hours.
I'm still waiting. And I'm not proud to say so, but I'm not waiting very patiently.
It's a reminder to me of how dependent I've become on technology. I wish it were not so. But it is. And I need to remind myself that this really is a "first-world problem." Many other people in the world are dealing with far more serious issues. They might wish the only thing they had to face today was a computer connectivity problem.
So I'm taking some deep breaths right now. I'm reminding myself that I don't have a terminal health problem. I'm not in pain. My loved ones are safe. And, in fact, I have so many blessings. It's a beautiful day as I write this—and I'm about to have lunch with one of my granddaughters to celebrate her high school graduation. Life is good, right?
It's all about attitude. I began this post with a bad one. And already I feel better. Thanks for listening!