Do you know that feeling, or have you ever experienced that feeling? It’s the feeling of your laptop dying. It’s become so much a part of me and my writing. I’ve enjoyed this macbook. I am an Apple. It has given me identity.
The more that I think about it, the more I realize how blessed I am to have had this macbook, but alas, (who even uses that word these days – oh, it’s because I’m watching Captain Jack Sparrow) my macbook is about to die.
I want to be sad, but it’s just a laptop. Sometimes though, we can get so connected to our stuff. We tend to find identity in it – especially cool stuff.
Do you know what I’m talking about? Have you felt this before or am I alone?