That heretoforth, from January 1/14 onward, I will lessen the stranglehold of the Vulcan Death Grip I have on my iPhone and tighten my hold on things that really matter..as demonstrated in the pic below, that's me holding on (apparently for dear life) to my radiant sister in Ottawa, circa 1970. She was newly in love, and I had newly lost enough weight for one of our star high school football players to (once) address me with "Hi Joanie Boney". I had secretly had a crush on him for 2 years, so that was considered a pretty great moment in time for me.
But back to technology, the point is, people seem to be spending way too much time with their eyes averted from human types or from the scenery, or what is going on on the corner, gazing into their bright little iScreens as if they are newly in love. I am the worst culprit here, but as I get- in the grand scheme of my life span-much closer to The End (ok, in 30 years), and way farther from the cutting of my umbilical cord , it is occurring to me that every little moment of human connection (not just contact) is an even more priceless gift than any iThingy that was unboxed at Christmas.
...But ohhh, the un-boxing of any Apple Product is a pretty deep moment of connection, honestly speaking here, the way they have it packaged so perfectly with tiny white compartments the precise size of their tenants, and all that protective plastic film we get to slowly peel back to reveal…the GLEAM and SHINE of the brand spanking new unadulterated device meant only for us. It looks like it was never touched by human hands until the hushed ritual of this process..
But I digress.So today is about saying I really hope each and every one of you has a 2014 that becomes whatever it is that you most dearly want it to look like, and with whom you want to experience it with, and you are able to be where you want most to be for all this, in the way that you want to be there..
And that January 2 will see us all standing steadfast in our quests to make this year WAY more magical and unbelievable than any David Blaine revelation in Vegas.
We've got this thing.
Well, if you want to sing out , sing out
If you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are.
- Cat Stevens
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