While life flies by, it’s easy to get caught up in the to do lists, the schedules, the hectic lives we all lead.

We text while we talk, we surf while we watch TV, and we talk while we drive. We have videos playing in cars, we have iPods for planes, and we have books for trains while music plays in our ears. Our laptops keep us company while in a coffee shop alone. And before we know it, our minds don’t ever have to wonder what shape the clouds morphed into or see that a new flower just bloomed in season. We’re busy. We are busy, busy people!

So much of our time is spent zoning out, chilling out, getting things done. And listen, it’s not just because of technology. It’s really always been this way.

One of my all-time favorite plays (and honestly one of the reasons for creating this site) is Our Town by Thorton Wilder. It’s set in a quiet rural town from 1901 to 1913 – long before technology ever had an effect on life. The play has this expressive scene where the main character Emily, after passing away, is granted one more day to revisit. She’s warned not to pick too special of a day, that would just be too painful to bear, but just pick an ordinary day.

After reliving a part of her 12th birthday, she really can’t take it anymore. She is heartbroken after reliving ordinary moments like waking and coming down for breakfast. She says in this all important monologue,
“Oh, Mama, just look at me one minute as though you really saw me!”

Suddenly, she turns and says, “I can’t go on. It goes so fast. We don’t have time to look at one another. ”

Among her saying goodbye to earth, she bids farewell to ticking clocks, sunflowers, food and coffee, new ironed dresses, hot baths, sleeping and waking and finally sobs saying, “Oh earth, you’re just too wonderful for anyone to realize you!”

We spend our days not really looking at one another – seeing one another. Sure we have moments where we can focus and not multi-task, but, are we really paying attention? Do we pay attention to the clerk who bags our groceries, or the person who seats us at our table? Do we pay attention to those we love…to the things we love? Do we really focus on our conversations with one another or let small ordinary moments, and things, and people pass us by?

Love.
Pay attention.

Because hey, as Matthew Broderick says in Ferris Buehler’s Day Off (1986), “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.”

Yes, if you can text from your mobile phone, you can blog and let everyone know what’s going on with you or fill your peeps in on funny things you overhear or see as you move about your day.

Twitter is a free widget you can place on your social networking site (like MySpace, Facebook, etc.) or your blog.  It’s sort of I guess, mobile blogging.  Like, when my nephew saw a man walking in Times Square with a cat on his head, he could’ve texted ”just passed a man with a cat on his head that cursed us.”

I would have LOVED it!

You sign up at the Twitter site and you can immediately type in your updates from your home page, or activate your cell phone number and Twitter from it.  There is even a third option of sending your updates via your instant messenger through LiveJournal, GTalk, and Jabber. 

(I’m thinking this would be a great thing for pregnant or women expecting. That way, the hubby could text in the updates and everyone that subscribes can get their updates on the go on their cell phones.)

I’m adding my twitter widget to this site (as well as my MySpace page) by simply cutting and pasting the code they provide.  Easy peasy. 

Now, I have to warn you. I don’t text a lot, so the updates will be random. But sometimes, I see things I just have to share.

And some things, I’m sure you might wish I didn’t-

…like when I discovered I went to a school Christmas party, talked to all the parents in the room, and the teacher, and discovered (only after getting into the car and checking my makeup) that I had a stray blush brush hair that had stuck to my chin thus making me looking like I had a big black wirey chin hair.

Niiiiiiice.

So have fun with it. You can sign up here.

And if you want to follow my text messages through Twitter, click here.