In the hustle and bustle of modern life, it’s all too easy to get caught up in a whirlwind of stress, anxiety, and constant distractions. We find ourselves endlessly chasing after deadlines, juggling responsibilities, and seeking validation from external sources. In this chaotic dance, we often lose touch with the present moment and neglect the most important relationship of all – the one we have with ourselves.

I didn’t write that paragraph. I sat down to write my weekly blog post, and nothing came to mind. Nothing. So just goofing around, I asked ChatGPT to write a blog post for me. I didn’t even give it a topic. I expected it to come back and ask me what to write about. Instead, it gave me that paragraph above, followed by eight more paragraphs, including numbered tips and a summary. What the . . .?

I don’t like it. I don’t like being robbed of the opportunity to struggle over finding the right words to say what’s in my mind, in my heart. I don’t like just repeating what others have said. I don’t want to miss out on sitting back in awe at the way words come together when I am writing. That’s part of the joy. It’s the enrichment I get out of writing.

I’m sure I will find some good uses for ChatGPT. I played around with it a little and see how it can be a useful tool. But I won’t use it for developing content for my blog. I will not defer to it instead of tune into my own experience. I won’t relinquish my position of being responsible for my own thinking and my own expression. 

But I must say, it did give me something to write about this week. Mission accomplished.