Remember when we used to pick up a phone that was attached to a wall. When we called a friend and hoped they were home instead of texting first to make sure it was convenient. When we waited for photos to be developed and crossed our fingers that our eyes were open. When moments were lived, not recorded.
That was analog living. And women over 50 are the last generation to have experienced it fully before the world went online and stayed there.
Today, as everyone tries to figure out how to reclaim their real life, the answer already lives in us. It is instinctive. It is muscle memory. We were raised in the art of being present.
Analog Living Is Not A Trend. It Is Our Native Language.
You see it everywhere. TikTok challenges to log off. Weekends with phones stacked in a basket by the door. Retreats for people who want to escape notifications and reconnect with their own senses.
Meanwhile, women over 50 are quietly thinking: welcome to what we already know.
We grew up riding our bikes until the streetlights came on. We got lost without Google Maps and found our way by asking a stranger. We made plans and showed up on time because there was no group chat reminding us. We connected face to face. We laughed without cameras rolling.
We were living the life everyone now claims to crave.
The Digital World Is Getting Weird
And now AI is everywhere. In writing. In voices. In videos. In ads pretending to be real people. Sometimes it feels like you need a detective badge just to tell what is human and what is programmed.
We are surrounded by content that looks personal but has no pulse. Perfect faces that do not belong to anyone. Stories that never happened. Influencers who are not even real.
Meanwhile, our own memories, music, and photos are being held hostage in subscription services. Do not get me started on the fact that I miss owning my music. I want a Walkman again. Or at the very least an mp3 player. Music I can hold. Music that does not disappear if I forget to renew a subscription.
If you feel that too. If you crave something solid and real that cannot be deleted. Girl Trips is for you.
Always Online. Rarely Connected.
I have been online since Twitter was fun. Back when the most controversial thing you could post was a picture of your breakfast and the only reply you got was “yum”.
In those early days, you actually could make friends online. I did. We planned meetups in real places. We used the internet to support our real lives instead of replacing them. It felt like a tool that expanded our world.
Then the shift happened. Slowly, and then all at once. We stopped taking those online friendships offline. The pandemic certainly did not help. Screens became our only lifeline. Physical connection disappeared. We adapted and stayed indoors long after we needed to.
The breakfast tweet evolved into:
“How dare you eat that.”
“Unhealthy.”
“Privileged.”
“You should be ashamed.”
Fun gave way to outrage. Curiosity gave way to criticism. Instead of connection, the internet became a firehose of judgement. Now the feeds feel like endless slop. Content with no heart. Arguments with no purpose. Noise without meaning.
Social media promised connection. What it delivered was attention. Those two things are not the same.
We are more visible than ever, yet somehow more lonely than ever. Surrounded by people, without truly being with anyone.
We Remember What True Connection Feels Like
When we travelled, we saw the world through our own eyes. Not a filtered screen. We dropped postcards in the mail to share memories. Waiting for them to arrive was part of the excitement.
Photos were just photos. Not 20 variations of the same pose to make sure everything was just right. Believe me, I say this with full awareness that I have 70,000 pictures in the cloud. Yes, it is a problem. Yes, I am trying.
We danced when the music moved us. We laughed because something was funny. We ate the ice cream before it melted. We lived for life, not for the ‘gram.
Women Over 50 Are Leading The Reconnection Movement
After nearly 20 years of working and watching the digital space evolve, I can feel a shift happening. Women are tired. Tired of the scroll. Tired of the performance. Tired of feeling like real life is something that happens only when we remember to put our phones down.
We want old fashioned friendships with modern freedom. We want travel partners who belly laugh until they cry. We want community that feels like exhaling.
That is exactly why I created Girl Trips.
Not for Instagram. Not for content. For connection. Real, human, offline connection.
I want to provide the spaces where women can show up as strangers and leave as friends. Where they learn each other’s stories. They find belonging and they remember their own joy.
Walking The Talk Means Booking The Trip
Analog living is not achieved by reading about it. It is not a Pinterest board of wishes. It requires action.
It means saying yes to yourself. It means choosing adventure over autopilot. It means booking the trip instead of waiting for a “better time.”
Women over 50 are done waiting.
We are stepping into the strongest years of our life. Kids grown. Priorities shifting. Confidence rising. We are ready to collect experiences that light us up.
And the beautiful thing. We know how to connect without filters.
We Are The Blueprint
Analog living is having a moment. Everyone else is trying to figure out what we already mastered decades ago.
So allow me to say it clearly. Women over 50 are ahead of the curve.
We are the model for what real connection can look like in a digital world that has lost touch with it.
If you feel that spark inside reading this, you are my people. Come travel with me. Come laugh with me. Come remember what a weekend with great women can do for your soul.
Join the Girl Trips Crew and be the one who says yes to living again.
Ready to reconnect with real life
Start here: https://girltrips.ca/join-the-girl-trips-crew/
Then join me this December for Christmas in the Valley, a weekend of nostalgia, whimsy, friendship, and celebration.
Together, let’s show the world how analog living is done.
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