I was one of those people who resisted getting an answering machine. I didn’t know how to use a computer until about 6 years ago. I got my first cell phone in 2008. I hated the idea of people being about to get in touch with me where ever I was. The last thing I wanted to have to do was check my email, getting regular mail made me anxious enough.
But since I got my blog and started my business that’s all changed. Now I love my computer which connects me to all of you. I love reading my email, getting lovely compliments and stories from people I’ve never met. Getting orders for my work and getting paid through paypal (who wouldn’t love that?!) I used to hate technology, was terrified of it, now I love it, my work thrives because of it. I love my ipad and my iphone. I just didn’t know how much, until yesterday, when my iphone fell out of my pocket on the wood floor in my office/guestroom and the virtually unbreakable glass, broke.
I wasn’t just upset because I broke it, and wouldn’t be able to use it and would have to replace it. I was actually sad, as if I had lost a friend. My iphone had become a companion. Someone who was always there, with an answer to a question, the spelling of a word (I’m a terrible speller), an email or text, even a phone call. What if I wanted to take a picture? Without my iphone, it was just me. I had no idea how dependent I had become. I used to always carry a book around with me, just in case…But my iphone has become my book, it is a book, it’s almost everything.
Luckily, it’s insured. (But really, luck has nothing to do with it and Jon has everything to do with it. I’m one of those people who don’t believe in insurance, but he got it when I wasn’t looking, bless his soul). And to my amazement, for less than it would have cost to replace the glass, I got a new phone Fedexed to me today! In one of his waking moments, Jon helped me transfer all my info from my old iphone to my new. I gently placed my old broken iphone in the small black box the new phone came in and after thanking it and promising it a new refurbished life as someone else’s phone and companion, sent it back to Apple. Jon and I blessed my new iphone and I promised it I wouldn’t drop it.
It’s only been a couple of hours, but I have to admit, I don’t miss my old iphone, my companion, my “just in case”, my almost everything. Maybe I’m not such a good friend after all. Or may, it’s not what’s on the outside that matters. After all, the body is really just a vehicle, an important vehicle and one that deserves to be loved and taken good care of, but isn’t it what’s inside that really counts?