Time Warner broke my internet last Friday. If you saw me, spoke to me or were on my facebook page between then and now, you already have heard all about it. I was very traumatized. They broke it and then told me they wouldn't be able to fix it for a week. I swear my heart stopped when they told me that. They fixed it 3 days early BUT STILL! As it turns out, I don't really use the internet on weekends. Friday I was so in shock that I can't remember how I felt. Saturday I was set up at the market, so it didn't matter anyway. Sunday was tough, but I got though it. Monday made me cry without it, although I did discover that Adams iphone with att (step it up, Verizon!) makes it really easy to use as a hotspot and you're not charged for it...so I squeaked by, but it had limited power. I realized Monday how much of my day involves uploading and sending photos all over the place. And so I waited. I swear the very nice repair man had it fixed in under two minutes. Had he not been such a peach, I would have made some snide comment about easy it would have been for them to do that on FRIDAY! But it wasn't is fault, so I just smiled and thanked him for his help. Within minutes I was zipping around at lightning speeds, filling drop box folders and posting prettiness all over the place again, the outage receding deeper into the past with every minute.
Without the internet, I did however have a few chunks of time where I would normally find myself browsing pretty things on pinterest (p.s. does not work with a hotspot very well...too many photos) or reading blogs and it got me thinking about how true the quote up above is. There is so much talk about how due to the internet, there is a greater chance that your ideas will get ripped off and that it will happen faster and blah blah blah. But how many times does someone execute an idea as you have imagined it anyway? Or taking it the next level, I started reading the book