The Ticonderoga No. 2 brought a smile to my eye as I looked for the nearest pencil to measure out the concrete backer board. Another lengthy home project underway, I thought about the simplicity of a sharp pencil. It was a fresh one and the scent of that fresh wood pencil as I sharpened it recalled the early days of elementary school. Simple. Close to home. The world seemed so big and distant. And my world pretty small. Each year expanded that perspective and now the world seems small. We’re so interconnected and mobile that you only realize the distance when you start driving across the country.
But I digress.
That cheerful yellow pencil also reminded me of the power of analog. Of being in contact with a simple tool to do a simple task. You don’t feel as connected through the keyboard. The way the lead traveled across the concrete board leaving a mark with a subtle scratching sound. Even a ballpoint pen doesn’t have the same feel. It’s like driving a finely-tuned European car with a manual transmission versus a Cadillac which removes any connection from the road.
You feel connected and in control. I smiled to myself. The Ticonderoga No. 2 in that moment removed the pain of a tiresome home project. Yes, we must not lose touch with such tools for they can bring so much joy.