I love me some gadgets, I really do, but I have always been a bit behind the times when it came to cell phones. Feeling a little out of touch, I decided to upgrade my basic flip phone to a smart phone with a data package. (Yeah, yeah, I know. That is so 2009.)
I admit that I couldn’t wait for the phone to arrive. To my dismay, though, when it finally did, and I got the thing up and running with all the snazzy apps shining bright from the phone’s display, I realized I wasn’t really into it, that having a fancy new phone with all that the Internet could offer on a pint-sized screen really wasn’t that exciting. It wasn’t! Not to mention that typing on a touch screen is the pits. Why I didn't anticipate that this would be an annoyance is beyond me.
So I did what any normal person could do. I cleared everything off of it – all the photos I had taken from it (I will miss that feature, I admit), unloaded Facebook, my email, all my contacts, and pulled out the SIM card only to slip it back into my sad, little, cracked BlackBerry Pearl flip phone. I will say that to my surprise when I tucked the new phone into the box and shipped it off to my cell-phone carrier I had not a single feeling of regretful loss. I may no longer have a hip new phone and constant contact with the digital universe, and you know what? I’m okay with that, at least for now . . . And for the moment, I won’t be pining for the $70 phone/text/data bundle bill, either.
Sometimes life is better on the slow track. Sometimes.
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