Today I shall begin a new chapter in my life. I have been holding on to this part of my life like a Titanic passenger to a piece of floating debris. But I have come to the realization that it is time to move on. It is time to say goodbye. There are so many things I’m missing out on, so many options available to me if I’m just willing to make the decision to move on.
My new iphone arrives today.
For the last 4-ish years I have had a perfectly great slide phone. It makes phone calls, it sends text messages, it takes pictures and I can check facebook. It was free and it works; my two biggest criteria when choosing a phone. When people would peer over my shoulder at my phone with its REAL keyboard, they’d say “How old is your phone?” As though I was sitting there making a phone call with a bag phone. I would snarkily reply that I had a phone to make calls and send text messages. I had a computer for everything else. And I wasn’t lying. That was exactly how I felt about cell phones.
And then Maddy got an iphone for her birthday. And she could play candy crush (a weakness of mine), do all the phone stuff too. And I felt my reserve begin to crack. But still, we had laptops and tablets and I had my phone and although it would have been fun, it was most definitely a good thing that I could NOT play candy crush anytime I wanted.
And then we were on the road for a dance competition and we were staying with some friends. I had never been to their house before and I needed directions. Maddy’s phone to the rescue. Got us there like we knew exactly where we were going. Wow. That would be pretty handy to have….nope, I will be more responsible in the future and check directions before leaving the house. You do not need to upgrade your phone Nichole, be serious.
And then I took a road trip with Abbey who also has an iphone. I wanted to double check directions so I asked for her phone. I mean a pint of blood, apparently. What ensued was a 20 minute meltdown lecture from the 10 year old about being a grown up and why do I have to use a child’s phone to get directions, and she was listening to music, and you get the drift. I conceded defeat and pulled out my trusty yet beat up road atlas.
And then I started running again. I hadn’t really run or been active since the summer of 2010 when I ran twice a day and looked amazing and felt amazing. I needed to feel like that again, so I pulled out my trusty little running ipod nano. The battery is not holding a charge. And when I run with it, the extra couple of pounds I carry around my waist jiggle against the pocket where the ipod goes and it shuffles itself and I swear the little jerk on purpose spits out Justin Bieber just to spite me. Every single time. Alannis Morrisette? Nope let’s hear the Biebs. Queen? Not today, we are listening to Justin. Ugh. Okay universe, I get it.
So I’ve upgraded. My cell phone company offers a buyback program for old phones. I went through all the work to enter my info and the phone’s info and was informed that my buyback offer was $5. Okay then. So my new phone should arrive today. Wish me luck, and if you need to find me, I may be sitting in a corner somewhere playing candy crush.
My new iphone arrives today.
For the last 4-ish years I have had a perfectly great slide phone. It makes phone calls, it sends text messages, it takes pictures and I can check facebook. It was free and it works; my two biggest criteria when choosing a phone. When people would peer over my shoulder at my phone with its REAL keyboard, they’d say “How old is your phone?” As though I was sitting there making a phone call with a bag phone. I would snarkily reply that I had a phone to make calls and send text messages. I had a computer for everything else. And I wasn’t lying. That was exactly how I felt about cell phones.
And then Maddy got an iphone for her birthday. And she could play candy crush (a weakness of mine), do all the phone stuff too. And I felt my reserve begin to crack. But still, we had laptops and tablets and I had my phone and although it would have been fun, it was most definitely a good thing that I could NOT play candy crush anytime I wanted.
And then we were on the road for a dance competition and we were staying with some friends. I had never been to their house before and I needed directions. Maddy’s phone to the rescue. Got us there like we knew exactly where we were going. Wow. That would be pretty handy to have….nope, I will be more responsible in the future and check directions before leaving the house. You do not need to upgrade your phone Nichole, be serious.
And then I took a road trip with Abbey who also has an iphone. I wanted to double check directions so I asked for her phone. I mean a pint of blood, apparently. What ensued was a 20 minute meltdown lecture from the 10 year old about being a grown up and why do I have to use a child’s phone to get directions, and she was listening to music, and you get the drift. I conceded defeat and pulled out my trusty yet beat up road atlas.
And then I started running again. I hadn’t really run or been active since the summer of 2010 when I ran twice a day and looked amazing and felt amazing. I needed to feel like that again, so I pulled out my trusty little running ipod nano. The battery is not holding a charge. And when I run with it, the extra couple of pounds I carry around my waist jiggle against the pocket where the ipod goes and it shuffles itself and I swear the little jerk on purpose spits out Justin Bieber just to spite me. Every single time. Alannis Morrisette? Nope let’s hear the Biebs. Queen? Not today, we are listening to Justin. Ugh. Okay universe, I get it.
So I’ve upgraded. My cell phone company offers a buyback program for old phones. I went through all the work to enter my info and the phone’s info and was informed that my buyback offer was $5. Okay then. So my new phone should arrive today. Wish me luck, and if you need to find me, I may be sitting in a corner somewhere playing candy crush.
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