That comment sparked a two-hour conversation about her life before smartphones, before streaming, and before the constant hustle of modern adulthood. We dug out old photo albums and reminisced about a lifestyle that seems almost foreign to the hyper-connected world we live in today.

We ended our night not by watching a blockbuster, but by listening to one of her old CDs on a player she dug out of the closet. We sat on the couch, drank tea, and just talked.

My wife and I were scrolling through Netflix the other night, paralyzed by the paradox of choice. With thousands of movies and shows at our fingertips, we couldn’t decide on a single thing to watch.