This was the third call to the Stanford University IT Computer helpline. Isabella, my technical rep this round had been on the phone with me for just under three hours. The issue was Stanford’s new Encryption software that is required of all users who have a sunet ID for the University’s email server. As the world continues to go mad the pressure to secure our cyber identities goes up. Stanford tries to stay ahead of the curve in Security precautions and programs that protect us from any kind of cyber terror. While I don’t spend much time worrying about my data being secure (perhaps I should) I do always obey commands to update software and security protocols. For reasons unknown installing the new encryption program on my MacBook laptop had become a nightmare. The rep who was helping me continued to try new things to make the process go successfully. Both of us began to take long, deep breaths attempting to still the rising anger and frustration that only a dysfunctional Apple device can provoke. “All morning, I’ve spent all morning trying to make this procedure work.” Each time we would go around the circle of downloads, proffering of logins and 24 character passwords, followed by the same set of questions asked and answered. Nothing was working. My devices manager continued to read “Non Compliant” no matter what we tried.
I was fuming and felt ready to pop off expressing my most profound annoyance at this personal inconvenience. You know that moment when your blood rises, and you just want to let expletives fly! But something different happened: instead of giving in to that impulse to vent my mind did a 360 degree turn. I changed what I was noticing, and I began thinking about the gift of our technology. I began reflecting about what was right about this moment while we were attempting to solve the security issue. So, changing my voice I exclaimed to Isabella: “Despite this glitch, aren’t we lucky to have this amazing technology? Isn’t the Internet a miracle? Aren’t we blessed to have computers and the ability to connect and find the world’s bounty of information and knowledge?" As I spoke I could sense immediately Isabella’s mood and voice change. “Yes,” she declared cheerfully, “it is a miracle. All that Stanford provides us with is such a great gift.” We both clearly began to feel better and our former annoyance had been replaced by wonder. Of course, the technical problem didn't disappear, but our relationship to it had made a dramatic shift.
I hope I can remember this “technique” if you can call it that. When I feel ready to burst with anger and frustration instead of giving in to that useless emotion I should turn my mind to a catalogue of what I am receiving at that moment. What are the everyday wonders and miracles that sustain us and console us and enrich our lives?