Last night I could not sleep. Technology interfered. I perused my Facebook feed late into the evening. Instead of shining faces of friends on holiday, I saw over and over the sad fate of three-year-old Alan Kurdi, his body lifeless on the beach. I didn’t want to see it, it actually made me feel sick, and yet I couldn’t stop looking…

It is amazing to me how much technology has an impact on care. On one hand, computers and the Internet have allowed connection to people on the other side of the world. On the other, it is so sad when you are with someone and they are more connected to their device than they are to anything happening in front of them.

A few weeks back, I had the chance, or rather made the time, to do something I rarely do; a movie with my husband. I typically opt for date activities higher in conversation and connection, but it was actually me who wanted to get to the cinema. I’d been wanting to see Inside Out, Disney and Pixar’s latest animated film, about how our emotions guide us through daily life. I’d heard the movie had scientific backing and was so curious to see how it all played out.