Bumps and blisters along the way should not keep me from moving forward. Nor should I continue to seek out the paths that provide increasingly more of the same bumps and blisters. Take a side path, Dummy.
Yesterday I lost my phone in the park. I was sitting to rest my legs after a ridiculous 6-or-something-hour walk all over the city--around the Embarcadero, through North Beach and Chinatown, through the Haight and part of the park--and called a couple of people to chat while enjoying the samba drumming, and about an hour later as I sat down in the Church muni station, I realized that my phone was not in my bag. After checking about 8 times, I realized that I must have left it on that grassy hill, and had to trek all the way back. It was getting darker and cooler and I kept thinking, shoot, couldn't I have lost something else? Like the book I borrowed from someone, since it was cheap and I could always buy another one; or this stupid OJ bottle, although, of course that would have meant littering; or my stupid pencils that I didn't even use very much that day anyway; but my phone? The phone I paid $100 after not having one with a working screen for more than a year, that was my best form of communication with work and family and friends who help me keep my sanity every 12 hours or so? I panicked, though only slightly. Luckily, a girl had found it and called a few of the people who I had made phone calls to in the recent hour, and was able to give it to my dad, so in the end, everything was fine.
But seriously? Even if I didn't find my phone and it was gone for good, everything would be fine anyway. That's what I need to get into my head.
And not just with phones.
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