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- I watched my aunt stare at a black mirror while her nephew’s laughter faded into silence, and I realized we are losing the art of being bored together. It is time to put the phone down before it puts us all on mute. Let’s be real for a second. We have all been there. You are sitting around the dinner table, the air smells like roasted garlic and rosemary, and someone has just told the same story about Uncle Jerry’s fishing trip for the third time in three years. Instead of engaging, instead of letting the moment breathe or gently steering the conversation toward something new, everyone reaches for their pockets. Or their purses. Or the sideboard where they’ve left them charging. Suddenly, the glow of screens illuminates faces that should be lit by candlelight and connection. I see you doing it too. I catch myself doing it. It feels like a reflex now, doesn’t it? A nervous tick. Like scratching an itch that isn’t really there. But here is the truth, and it might sting a little: that screen is not just a device. It is a barrier. It is a velvet rope keeping the messy, beautiful, awkward reality of our families out. And during the holidays, when we are supposed to be weaving ourselves back into the fabric of our lineage, we are pulling threads away with every swipe. I remember one Christmas, maybe five years ago, I was trying to take a perfect photo of the centerpiece. Just one shot. Perfect lighting. No clutter. I spent twenty minutes adjusting the angle, checking the exposure, worrying about whether the wine glass reflected the light correctly. Meanwhile, my cousin was telling me she had just lost her job. She was sitting right across from me, her hands shaking slightly as she held her fork. I didn’t hear a word of it until she stood up and walked away. I had captured the image, but I had missed the life. And that image? I never posted it. It sits in my camera roll, a ghost of a moment I prioritized over presence. Does it feel like you? That tension between capturing the memory and living it? Why do we do it? Is it boredom? Maybe. But mostly, I think it is anxiety. Pure, unadulterated social anxiety dressed up as curiosity. We are afraid of the silence. We are afraid of running out of things to say. In our daily lives, we curate our feeds, we edit our captions, we control the narrative. But family dinners? They are chaotic. They are unpredictable. Your aunt might bring up politics. Your brother might drink too much. Your mother might ask why you still aren’t married. It is uncomfortable. It is raw. And the phone offers a perfect escape hatch. It offers a world where you are safe, where you are in control, where the noise is filtered through algorithms designed to keep you scrolling, not feeling. But here is the irony. By scrolling, we are missing the very thing that makes these gatherings precious. The awkward pauses. The inside jokes that only make sense because you grew up in the same house. The way your father’s eyes crinkle when he is truly amused. These moments cannot be buffered. They cannot be reposted. They happen once, and then they are gone. I used to think I was documenting love. I thought I was preserving history. But I was just hiding. Hiding from the vulnerability of being fully seen by the people who know me best. And let’s talk about that visibility. When you look up from your screen, you are forced to witness the aging process of your loved ones. You see the gray hairs spreading, the lines deepening, the posture shifting. It can be scary. It reminds us that time is moving. And so many of us would rather watch a video of a dog falling off a skateboard than sit with the quiet realization that our parents are getting older. But that realization? That is the point. That is the gift. If we spend the entire evening looking down, we miss the signal. We miss the shift in energy. We miss the chance to really see them before they become memories. There is a physical aspect to this that we rarely discuss. Have you noticed how holding a phone changes your posture? You hunch. Your shoulders creep up toward your ears. Your neck strains forward. You literally shrink yourself to fit the rectangle. Now, imagine putting that device face down on the table. Or better yet, in another room. What happens to your body? Your shoulders drop. Your spine lengthens. You lean in. You open up. This is not just about etiquette; it is about embodiment. Fashion teaches us that clothes affect how we move, how we stand, how we project power. Your technology does the same. When you are tethered to your device, you are physically disengaged from the space around you. You are half-present, half-digital. And the people around you feel it. They sense the distraction. They sense that you are mentally elsewhere. It creates a subtle rejection. It says, without words, that whatever is happening in front of me is less important than what is happening behind this glass. I want you to try an experiment. Next time you are at a meal, notice the weight of the phone in your hand. Feel its coldness against your palm. Notice how it anchors you to a different time zone, a different emotional state. Then, place it on the table. Feel the lightness return to your fingers. Feel the sudden availability of your hands to hold a glass, to pass the bread, to touch your partner’s arm. That small act of putting the device down is a radical gesture of care. It signals to your brain and your body that you are choosing this moment. You are choosing them. And that choice matters more than any notification you will ever receive. Let’s be honest, most notifications are trivial. Most are designed to trigger a dopamine hit, not to connect you with meaning. Your family’s stories, their struggles, their joys—those are the high-value connections. Those are the ones that nourish you. So, how do we actually do this? Because I know some of you are thinking, 'Millie, my boss texts me at midnight. My kids need me for emergencies. I can’t just throw my phone in the fireplace.' Fair. We live in a connected world. But boundaries are not about cutting off; they are about curating. And during holiday dinners, the curation needs to be strict. Here is a strategy that works. Create a 'phone basket' at the entrance of the dining room. Not in your pocket. Not on the table. In a basket. By the door. Tell everyone, including yourself, that for the duration of the meal, the phones stay there. If someone checks theirs, they are responsible for bringing them back. Make it a game. Make it a ritual. I did this last Thanksgiving, and at first, it felt bizarre. Everyone fidgeted. Someone asked if anyone had heard about the new movie. We were desperate for input. But by the third course, something shifted. The conversation slowed down. People looked at each other. Really looked. My uncle started talking about his garden, not just showing me pictures of tomatoes. My sister talked about her promotion, not just posting a link. The silence wasn’t empty anymore; it was comfortable. It was spacious. You can also set specific 'tech-free zones' or times. Maybe the hour before dinner is screen-free. Maybe the drive home is audio-only, no texting. Start small. If a full dinner ban feels too intense, start with just the dessert course. Use that time to reflect on the day. Ask questions that require more than a yes or no answer. 'What surprised you this year?' 'When did you feel most alive?' 'What are you letting go of?' These questions require eye contact. They require listening. They require you to be offline enough to tune into the human being in front of you. It feels vulnerable at first. It feels risky. But that risk is where the intimacy lives. You cannot build deep connection on shallow bandwidth. We have forgotten how to be bored. And that is a problem. Boredom is not the enemy of productivity; it is the birthplace of creativity and reflection. When you are constantly stimulated by screens, you lose the ability to sit with your own thoughts. You lose the ability to observe the world around you without filtering it through a lens. During holiday dinners, there are lulls. There are moments when the food is being served, or the wine is being poured, or the kids are running wild in the hallway. These are golden moments. They are opportunities to notice the steam rising from the potatoes. To listen to the clinking of silverware. To watch the way the light hits the snow outside the window. When you allow yourself to be bored, you become present. You notice details you usually miss. You hear nuances in voices. You feel the texture of the napkin, the warmth of the mug. This sensory awareness grounds you. It brings you back into your body. Remember that episode we did about kneading dough? How the repetitive motion builds confidence by focusing on sensory presence? This is similar. Putting the phone away forces you to engage with the sensory reality of the moment. You are not escaping into a digital fantasy; you are inhabiting your physical life. And isn’t that what we want? To feel real? To feel solid? To feel the weight of the love in the room? Technology is a tool. It is wonderful for staying in touch with distant relatives, for organizing schedules, for finding recipes. But it should never be the guest of honor at your table. It should be the server, invisible and helpful, not the critic, judging and distracting. Wear the pants, literally or metaphorically, in your relationship with technology. Own it. Control it. Do not let it control your attention. Your attention is your most valuable currency. Spend it wisely. Spend it on the people who matter. Spend it on the moments that define your life. Not the moments you capture for others, but the moments you live for yourself. Take a breath. Put the device down. Look up. See who is waiting for you. I am Millie Donald, and I will see you next time.