Roaming Towards Myself

It hasn’t.
At least, not in the way people expect.
For a big part of my life, I worked in child protection.
There was nothing polished about it. No clever apps or systems that made the hard parts easier. Technology existed, sure… but it sat in the background. The job was about people. Conversations. Reading between the lines. Trusting your instincts when something didn’t feel right.
You couldn’t rely on a screen to tell you what was really going on in someone’s life.
So no, technology didn’t change my job back then.
People did. Situations did. Life did.
Now my life looks completely different.
I’m no longer working in that world. I’ve stepped away and into something quieter, something slower… something that’s mine.
And this is where technology has gently crept in.
Not in some dramatic, life-altering way.
But in small, almost ironic ways.
I sit with a coffee, somewhere in the world, writing my thoughts.
I press publish.
And then… I check my stats.
That’s about it.
No high-stakes decisions. No urgency. Just watching numbers tick up and wondering who, somewhere out there, is reading my words.
It’s a strange shift.
From a job where everything felt heavy and important…
to a life where technology is simply helping me tell my story.
Not saving lives.
Just documenting one.
And maybe that’s the change.
Technology didn’t transform my work.
It showed up when I finally had the space to live differently.