A psychic I am not.
I was among those introduced to “new media” in the late 1980s. Two people coerced me into meeting with them at my office where they put on a dog and pony show and told me about the wave of the future.
This is what they said: In the not too distant future, we will be able to connect real-time with people across the world at the press of a button. We will socialize on line. We will do business on line. We will be online several times a day, every day. The world will shrink because we will be able to be “in the same room” with a friend in another country whenever we choose to be.
At the time, I was the Communications Director of a small non-profit organization. I was also very young and had an overflowing plate. I let them put on their show and thanked them for it. They wanted me to ask questions. They wanted me to get in on the beginning of the new world. They wanted me to get involved in a conference and use my publications to share their knowledge about the future with the members of my organization (who happened to be small business owners in Massachusetts.)
I never followed up with them, but they persisted. I started avoiding their calls, not responding to their emails. In addition to my “big” job that I was still learning how to do, I was going out every night with friends or business associates. I was spending as much time as possible with the man I later married. I was secretly writing my first (and may I say, AWFUL) novel. I just couldn’t be convinced. I didn’t have the time to consider what they had to say. Eventually, they gave up on me.
And I was fine with it. This New Media business was something that probably wasn’t going to happen, at least not in the way they described, definitely not to that extent in the near future. I didn’t need to add that onto my list of things in which to get involved.
Call me an idiot. I deserve it.
I am online every day several times a day. I do business over the internet. I socialize over the internet. Just today, people from Australia, Sweden, New Zealand, the United Kingdom and across the United States of America all checked out my blog, written in Massachusetts.
I wish I could remember the names of the people who tried to bring me in on the ground floor. I wish I could look them up and see if they stayed involved despite all the people like me who didn’t have the time or the foresight to see something that would become so big, so fast.
I’d like to think that had I been a little older, a little more seasoned, I might have opened myself up to the possibilities of a future I couldn’t yet imagine, but I’m not sure I would have. My life is so full, mostly in a good way, but I’m so busy, I rarely think about tomorrow until it is today. Would I pay attention if somebody brought me the thing that will change how we do things in the future?
Hard to know.
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