I don’t think anyone really ever plans to break their phone, it’s more of a momentarily annoying occurrence that happens every once in a while.
Personally, this seems to be the occurrence every couple of months to the point where my keeping my phone perfectly secure has almost become a sport for my loved ones to watch
I hate breaking it now v.s. when I first got a phone, the art of shattering a screen is so much more appealing of a reason to having to replace a phone than your motherboard dying out. My current predicament.
So while I sit in a random New York cafe waiting for the moment to come that I can go racing back to the device I’ve been without for the last 24 or so hours let me explain why for the first time I think this might have been an actual sign of when to happen.
I got broken up a year or so ago and it was hard, it was six years of my life, and happiness just gone. I (being a photographer) very much struggled with the concept of the breakup that included deleting the photos. The everlasting fear that the moment I deleted our memories something would happen and I’d be forced to live the rest of my life with the decision that I had made the wrong decision to delete.
So for over a year six years of broken memories sat on my phone, it broke me more times than not having Apple memories show me how happy I was back then, but still I did nothing.
Two days ago, before all the problems with my phone arose was the first time I truly decided that maybe it was time to consider deleting it. Starting new fully no fear of missing what is so far gone I couldn’t possibly look back.
And then all at once, the choice wasn’t mine to make anymore.
It’s gone.
And I feel peace.
Sidney Donna 