Little Stories make Good Little Changes
I use the “F” word sparingly. But I use it. And I’d like to use it to describe my former cell phone.
It’s called “My fucking former cell phone.”
It stopped recognizing that my fingers were punching buttons. It would occasionally recognize it. My phone had dementia.
It was frustrating me.
So, I imagined myself with a new phone. What would it feel like to have a phone that worked?
I had to borrow my friend Chris’s phone. His is a simple Nokia with push buttons that always work. It’s a solid sturdy little fellow. I love it.
I thought, I could use a phone like this.
I wrote a little note. I want a phone that works that’s simple with buttons.
And 2 days later, my kid said, You need a phone? My dad got a new one and he doesn’t need his old one.
And guess what? It’s the exact same model as my friend’s. And it works.
That’s how powerful and exact your new story can be.
You may be wondering, Why didn’t Bridget write a story about a fancy phone?
I thought about that. I’m a little scared of integrating another source of information into my life. If I can twitter and email and surf the web all of the time, well, when would I talk with my family?
The little, perfect, sturdy fellow suffices.
