kim faires photography + stuff
Wherein I (sometimes) post one or more photos I’ve taken, and write about ‘em. Each and every (occasional) Friday. * * *
I did it.
I set my cell phone free.
She be all sleek and sexy now!
I freed her from that nasty protective casing (and the icky screen protector).
It’s true! I leapt. I’m living life on the edge, people! I’ve finally joined all the other brave souls who have gone before me. Oh, how I’ve envied them walking around with their unprotected phones!
But no more. Now I, too, walk around with a naked iPhone in my pocket.
[Is that a naked iPhone in your pocket?]
[You bet, baby.]
And now I am feeling a renewed affection for my phone. Since tossing the cover, I find I ENJOY it more. I am appreciating all the little things that made me buy it in the first place: I like the look of it and the size of it. I appreciate its physical design. I like its colour, and the way it feels in my hand – its weight, its edges, its clickety little buttons, its smooth and shiny surface — all these beautiful little features that I couldn’t appreciate before.
Why? Because of FEAR.
Fear that if I l were to leave it unprotected, I might drop it, and it might break.
So I decided to just let that fear go, and yeah, sure — if I drop it there’s a much greater chance that it will break. But hey, it’s going to break eventually. Or at least become obsolete, in which case I’m going to want a new one anyway. That much is inevitable, so even though a bunch of protective gear might increase its lifespan – or at least prevent its premature demise – it still comes at a cost to me. With all that gear on it, I don’t get to enjoy the esthetic aspects of my phone. I get plenty of function, but little form. And I don’t like that, ’cause I didn’t buy it just for function. I bought it for form, too.
Form and function. I’m shooting for the whole ball of wax here, kids.
And that’s a lesson in life if I ever saw one.
Because, if I get a palpable sense of EXTRA joy from using my relatively unimportant little phone the way it was intended to be used, then how much MORE joy can I get out of the other things in my life once I stop hiding and protecting myself? How much more will my life be improved if I can learn to set aside fear, and freely engage with the world around me? All the while ACCEPTING that it could end at any moment?
I’m thinking lots.
It’s risky though.
Yup. There could be an unfortunate accident, and I could LOSE my
iPhone, car, house, career, reputation, friends, husband, LIFE, but is that fear a good reason to shut myself out of my experiences? To shrink, defend, protect, and spend all my energy attempting to offset potential tragedies rather than embracing life fully and confidently?
I think not.
So free your phone, kids.
And just maybe your heart will follow.