Life is full of those “a-ha” moments. I had a big one last week.
I had outpatient surgery last week. No big deal and I’m all healed up now. Anyway, if you’ve ever had an outpatient procedure, you know that they bring you in a couple of hours early to “prep” you.
During that time, laying on my surgical gurnie in a very attractive hospital gown, I couldn’t help but just….observe.
All around me, the walls were covered with equipment, humming with activity. Some of the apartatus was standard, others were life-sustaining, yet all of it had one thing in common….they were all attached to an electrical outlet.
Doctors and nurses, busy caring for their patients, buzzed around computer screens to check medical histories, recent medications and care instructions, all dependent upon electricity.
The very light that guides the steps of each patient and employee was electrically-dependent. Stoves and ovens that cook the food served to employees and patients require 220 volts of power.
Even the mechanical bar that releases you from the hospital’s parking garage is electric.
All of it, every single working thing, other than perhaps the stethoscope, requires electricity.
“So what?” you say? ”That’s just American life, we like our electricity!”
To be honest, I like my electricity, too. The convenience of electricity in our homes, offices and hospitals can’t be matched. There’s just one little issue….
I don’t have any control over it. Electricity can be taken away from me at any moment without my consent and I don’t like that.
For something to control a significant amount of my comfort and ability in life, I would prefer to have a bit more control over it.
I suppose that’s why nearly 750,000 Americans today prefer to live off-grid, a number that continues to rise each year.
Some embrace “alternative” methods of obtaining power, others prefer to learn to live without modern conveniences. Yet even more find a combination of the two ideals can work in their lives and area of the country.
Crave independence from the power grid? You’re not alone. Where do you begin?
First, I might suggest that we get honest about our addiction to convenience. Yes, I called it an “addiction”. How else would you describe it?
I want light in the room…..flip the switch and I receive instant gratification.
I want to cook….flip the switch.
I want to do laundry…turn on the switch.
I want to be entertained….turn on the switch.
Sounds like an addiction to me, and I’m the first one to admit that I’m addicted as well. So, here goes…
“Hi, my name is Kelly Morris and I’m addicted to convenience.”
Let the recovery begin.