Your time is up. It’s time to go. The time has come. Time for dinner. We have all been listening to warnings and instructions regarding our spaces within a day since we were very young. Before the advent of revolutionary technology, it was relatively simple to track and manage our time. But in the last twenty or so years, we have redefined the 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week, 52 weeks in a year and so on.
For the sake of nostalgia, we who preceded cyber-time can remember how we measured our minutes and hours. We would call people, usually from a landline, when we had time on nights and weekends. In the case that we received a gift, we always sent thank you notes, on a timely basis. We set aside segments of the day or week for cleaning, correspondence, letter-writing, shopping and if there was time left, spending parts of our lives with family and friends.
As much fun as it may be to remember those habits, we have essentially made many of them obsolete. If we want or need to contact family or friend, we send texts or emails to them. If the need is more immediate, most of us have cell phones that enable instant contact.
Continuing along that path, we can electronically sign documents, seek employment, set appointments, etc. Remembering the days when I secured the Sunday newspaper for the help wanted columns, I have no fondness for having mailed resumes and cover letters. The process necessitated the printing, envelopes, postage and effort required to dispatch them. Now we can apply for many jobs per day.
The same was true for paying bills, sending birthday or anniversary wishes and checking on the weather for upcoming destinations. All these required time and/or expense, all of which have been replaced by our sites and apps.
We looked forward to the day’s mail as well as anticipating the voice mails on our home phones. Yes, the shortcuts and time-savers that we enjoy are generally positive. But I am part of the remaining generation who will always miss receiving a letter from remote family or friends because letter-writing is obsolete. This is the price we pay for the redefinition of time. Shalom.