But, as the saying goes, what's done is done. And my smart, reliable, and connected Blackberry is done. Luckily, I'm pretty close to earning an upgrade on the cell phone plan and can replace it at a discount in a few more weeks. Until then, I'm using my old flip phone with a tiny screen, no email, no Internet, and no automatic updates from Facebook. However, reverting to my old, non-smart phone weilding self is kind of interesting. My little Samsung is light as a feather compared to the 'berry. It fits snugly in my hand and perfectly into the cell phone pocket in my favorite purse. It's pretty low maintenance. If no one calls or texts, there's really nothing to do on my phone or with my phone. It becomes part of the background rather than an appendage I feel uncomfortable without. In short, it's actually a really nice, if forced, break.
I feel young (or at least younger) again when the morning alarm chimes or the arrival of a text message hums an electronic tune. These are the sounds from my youth--from my days on campus and from the early months following graduation when I wasn't sure where I belonged, where I should go, or who I was supposed to be. This little phone was there for me then and it's still trusty, tried and true.
Sure, I'll probably end up with another smart phone eventually. The "smart" capabilities do really come in handy when traveling, working, and for checking the Twins score (Karl's favorite feature.) But, no matter how short lived, I'm finding my reunion with a little and blissfully unassuming phone pretty refreshing.