“…Drying laundry on the line
Watching Sun Tea in the window
Pocket watch tellin’ time
Seems like only yesterday I’d get a blank cassette
Record the country countdown ’cause I couldn’t buy it yet
If we drove all the way to Dallas just to buy an Easter dress
We’d take along a Rand McNally, stand in line to pay for gas
God knows that shifting gears ain’t what it used to be
I learned to drive that 55 just like a queen, three on a tree
Hey, whatever happened to waitin’ your turn
Doing it all by hand,
‘Cause when everything is handed to you
It’s only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seemed so good the way we had it
Back before everything became automatic
If you had something to say
You’d write it on a piece of paper
Then you’d put a stamp on it
And they’d get it three days later
Boys would call the girls
And girls would turn them down
Staying married was the only way to work your problems out
Hey, whatever happened to waitin’ your turn
Doing it all by hand,
‘Cause when everything is handed to you
It’s only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seemed so good the way we had it
Back before everything became automatic
Automatic
Let’s pull the windows down
Windows with the cranks
Come on let’s take a picture
The kind you gotta shake
Hey, whatever happened to waitin’ your turn
Doing it all by hand,
‘Cause when everything is handed to you
It’s only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seemed so good the way we had it
Back before everything became, automatic.”

I couldn’t even choose just one part of this Miranda Lambert song to use!  I love the whole thing!

And really, I didn’t even set out to write this blog post.  It just sorta…came out.  (And to tell you the truth,  I’m not sure I know 100% where it’s going!  So…good luck!)

But I know this song speaks to me.

It speaks to me somewhere down deep.  Down where I remember riding to the drug store on the back of my dad’s truck with my brother and sister.  Laughing our heads off when he hit the bumps for us.  Begging him to go FASTER! FASTER!  Where my beloved 1994 Eclipse lives- manual windows and locks and a hatch that had to be propped up with a 1×1.   Where chasing lightning bugs and eatin’ honeysuckle was the norm.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love the fact that I can text my friends when something pops in my head.  I love being able to see pictures of their babies growing up from 600 miles away.  I love ordering on Amazon Prime and then having my newest purchase in my hot little hand two days later.  I love finishing a novel on my Kindle and starting the sequel immediately because all I’ve gotta do click “Buy”.  Food that’s ready in five minutes.  Food that shows up at your door EVEN WHEN IT’S NOT TRADITIONAL DELIVERY.  Instant streaming of the newest TV shows. Instant downloads.  Digital photography.  Digital EVERYTHING.

But…I mean…am I missing out by having a life so full of “automatic”?

Are we ALL missing out?

Is all that “stuff” that we all have- informational and material objects and immediate access-just junking up our lives?

Is it causing us to miss out on the really good stuff?

I don’t know if I want the answer to be yes or no!!  

If it’s no, then does it mean that “this” is all there is?  “THIS” is my life? Beeping and chirping and deadlines and traffic and fast and meaningless.  Easy come, easy go. Junk mail and one line emails and texts instead of hearing voices.

If it’s yes, then HOLY CRAP does that mean I need to give up my smart phone?  Stop hanging out at Subway so much they automatically know my order?  Go into therapy because of the irrational anger I develop when my internet speed isn’t as fast as I think it should be?

What do you think?

Do those lyrics up there hit you in the gut like they do me?  Do they make you look at your life differently?  Maybe wonder if our constant “automatic” is behind our disorganization?  Our overwhelm?

Or are those lyrics just nostalgia?

I’d love to know.