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?