I am getting ready to get a new phone. My phone alerted me to the fact that as of next weekend, I need not continue to have to lease it. How nice of my phone to remind me of its obsolescence. Well, a fake obsolescence as my phone works perfectly fine. But the phone manufacturers need to keep their profits up and thus we are all being conditioned to get new phones every year even when the current one works perfectly fine. But I have started down a rant path that I do not wish to stay on. It wasn’t my goal to even get this far down the path. All this caffeine has got me revved up. Did I mention that it has been a long few weeks. Anyway, my phone would like for me to trade it in for a new one. It would be nice if we took this framework for trading people in and out of our lives. I kid. Unless that was what you were thinking as well.
As I prepare to get a new phone (yes, I am falling for the gimmick) I decided to start going through all my photographs saved on the phone. I have over 30,000 photos. But these include screenshots and downloaded memes that I saved for one reason or another. I often save them so that I can then write about them at some later point. And, hence today’s bit. Only took me 250 words to get to this point.
I came across a screenshot of someone’s Facebook post quoting the actor Heath Ledger. I apparently saved it back in 2017.
And, I remember having had this exact conversation with a mentor. She was talking about her efforts in helping others who had come to her for help. And she was imparting advice on how to help others. Because, sometimes, you just cannot help others. Sometimes there have to be boundaries to that assistance. That was her take-home message. I listened attentively and nodded. Then I looked at her and asked her how she was doing. Was she ok? She looked at me and teared up a little. She noted that not often does anyone bother to ask her about her state of being. She put her hand over mine and I in turn lifted my other to place over hers. I asked her if she was ok and whether she had moments of happiness as she had gone through much sadness. She thanked me and told me a story that I will not repeat here. But I knew she was seeking happiness. It was an active search for her and yet she was mired in a bog of sadness. But she seemed to brighten up at the chance at being able to talk openly about it. It was a lesson for me to pass on. One slightly different question can open up new pathways for people to express themselves and possibly move on. Give it a try or two.