Monday, January 10, 2011
There was a fiasco of monumental proportions last Friday. You were probably just going about your day as usual. Grocery shopping. Cleaning house. Whatever it is you do. I was falling apart at the Apple store in front of the tech with gauged ears and a goatee. I can testify to you that it was one of the least eloquent moments in my life.
Somehow, in a fit of stupidity, I managed to wipe my phone clean of all information. I can't go into the details. I'm not really ready to talk about it yet. Suffice it to say that I really did a job on my phone and the information, according to the gauged ear guy and his pock faced manager, is lost forever.
All the photos of Frankie Valentine in the NICU. Snap shots of family moments. Lists of books I wanted to read. Contact information. Calendar items. Gone. No back-up.
It took a couple days, but I'm over it. The NICU photos will always haunt me though.
It made me realize how attached I am to my mobile device. And it's all fairly ridiculous in the larger scheme of things. I mean really.
I don't want to live my life through machines. I don't want to tick off the days like a ferris wheel ride. Up down, up down. The high and lows created by something outside myself. I want to create my own path, at my own pace.
But I'm not moving to a ranch in Wyoming anytime soon. This is the world I live in. I like my life. I love my iPhone. I just want to find a little more balance. A little less dependancy.
So here you have it. My name is April Meeker and I'm a technology addict. And I don't plan to do anything about it any time soon.
But I do plan to back up my phone everyday.
*In case you are wondering, the irony of my blogging about my technology addiction did not elude me. I find it pretty freaking humorous.*