Thank you to Yahoo! Mail for sponsoring this post about staying connected. I was selected for this sponsorship by the Clever Girls Collective, which endorses Blog With Integrity, as I do.
What did we all do before email came into our lives? It’s hard to remember.
It was my freshman year of college when I first started using email. It was one of those .edu thingamabobs. I recall that my addiction grew suddenly. That was when those chain/joke emails were still a novelty. Yahoo! was my first web-based internet provider, and it still remains my inbox for personal mail.
Some of you may know that my husband and I met on a dating website. We were both busy professionals, tired of meeting people in the traditional way. As in drunk.
Before we talked, we communicated over email. While we dated, we sent emails. Love was professed in writing, without the need for a stamp, without the waiting. During the workday so our co-workers couldn’t hear.
Later, our engagement story was distributed via email, followed by our wedding save-the-date, family gatherings, and other news. The details on the birth of our daughter are all preserved.
But I won’t get too sappy on you. We’ve also used email to communicate when we couldn’t communicate verbally, which is why this video above made me laugh. Arguments and knock-down drag-out fights are also preserved in our inboxes, as well as the makeup emails.
I’ve always loved the versatility of having web-based mail. Before the age of texting and smart phones, it was the fastest mode of communication without having to pick up the phone. It’s really changed the way we live our lives.
Plus, there is something to be said for having a record of your conversations to refer to. Especially for forgetful people like me. It’s nice to able to look back and relive the past a little.
Email has improved over the years, but one thing remains the same. I’m still addicted to this mode of communication – and I don’t care to break free of its hold on me.
I love yahoo mail…I totally agree with you.
It’s so much better than having to pick up the phone, isn’t it?