Last weekend I attended a wordpress conference, here in Fayetteville. Widgets and plug-ins, pingbacks, SEO’s and geniuses in wizard hats. I learned a lot. I did. But what struck me the strongest was that all but two of the organizers and speakers were obviously OCD.
Lela, sweetie, you know you’re one of the two who weren’t right?) http://leladavidson.com/
Here’s what struck me the strongest though.
When I worked as a mother or a loan officer or a teacher or, hell, as a shrimp picker, after a varying amount of time (shortest for picking the head’s off shrimp, longest for teaching) I was proficient at my job.
This will never again be the case.
As an author: http://sullivanmaxx.com/2012/07/29/welcome-pam-foster-and-her-two-novels-the-perfect-victim-and-limited-visibility/ (Notice how I snuck that plug in there? Slick, eh?) I am required to be reasonably proficient at facebook and twitter and blogging and Pinterest.
And I will never be proficient at social networking because the game changes every day.
The world in which I grew up is gone.
The illusion of being able to settle comfortably back into my life or my job has been shattered. It’s as if these likeable, obviously obsessive computer geeks patted me on the head and welcomed me to the twenty-first century.
I have never felt older.