What technology would you be better off without, why?
What if I unplugged everything—just one day—and watched my farmstead world grind back to its raw roots?
Sun crests the barn at 5:45 am. No alarm jolts me; instinct pulls me up. We feed the animals, hauling water, grinding feed. We dress kids by fading lantern glow. Husband carries our daughter down the grassy footworn path to Grandma’s. I hitch the old wagon, walking our son two miles to school through dust and dawn chatter—no 10-minute car hum.
Home, I’d scrub laundry in the tub, no machine whirl. Meals bubble over wood fire, not Crock-Pot ease. Bread dough yields to muscle on the oak table, sans Kitchen Aid. No working outside the home for me. Husband swings scythe and shovel where tractors rule now; breakdowns mean hammer, anvil, firelight fixes. We could do it all—generations did. But tasks balloon from minutes to hours, bones aching, daylight devoured.
Reality snaps back: technology saves my soul. Remote work keeps me here for first words, bus arrivals, story hours no commute steals. Farm machines turn brutality into rhythm, sustaining us without wrecking backs. Humans thrived millennia hauling water, grinding grain by hand. Yet why suffer when tools free us for laughter, learning, presence?
Smartphones, though—these pocket tyrants I’d temper first. Last week, a ping ripped me from our son’s magnatile tower mid-build. “Just one email,” I thought. Half an hour vanished, his glee stolen.
Notifications shred focus; feeds erode dinner talk; blue light robs sleep. We’d survive without them, grit conquering all. But boundaries—silent family hours, apps locked post-8—restore what tech should amplify.
No full unplugging for us. We’ve glimpsed the raw possible, but embracing tools with fierce reins honors ingenuity and roots. Here on the farmstead, kids’ laughter rises under starlit skies: progress, bounded, yields the richest harvest.
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