: Auto-Correct :

My goal was - to carry my daughter from her room to my bathroom and place her in her walker there so that I could take a shower this morning. Simple enough, you would think. Well I not only rammed into a million things in her room like a pinball (from her crib to her changing table to the wall), but I stepped into her basket of toys on the floor and scattered them with my feet, only to step on those scattered toys once again and save myself from falling. This little sequence of events had me thinking about the previous day where I reached for my phone on the counter, completely knocking off the plant that was directly in front of it...as if my hand was going to go right through the plant to retrieve my phone. I also thought about the numerous times I ricocheted off of the stairs, and bumped the walls, and dropped something at every turn.

While lathering myself in the shower this morning, I got to thinking about these occurrences and how it was related to a lack of sleep and having a baby etc. Then a light bulb went off - which was dangerous, by the way, considering there was a light source above my head while immersed in running water - and I realized that it was all the fault of auto-correct. Think about it...what's the one thing we spend more time with than anything on a daily basis, well, two things: the computer and our phone. Both of these life sources have auto-correct so we can type at lightening speeds just getting close to the right keys, and voila - the right words appear. The ONE THING that we could be honing in on our stealth accuracy with, we use instead to develop stunning levels of laziness! We allow something else to continuously correct our mistakes, and take for granted that the proper word will appear...and when it doesn't, we get upset and curse the horrid auto-correct function! As if we could survive without it.

So - parallel to life. I, like many others I assume, are going through life with reckless speed expecting the world around them to auto-correct their lack of accuracy. We spend a majority of our lives with auto-correct that we have changed our level of concentration and perfection. I really think that we have subconsciously changed our way of thinking from intentional precision, to 'close enough' - an auto-correct mentality. Sadly, in reality - the world does not auto-correct itself, and we are left with the sobering reality of bumps and bruises. With these odd and often nonsensical observances, you would think I still smoked pot, wouldn't you.