Cardigan: F21. Tee: LOFT. Denim: Paige Denim. Socks: Target. Booties: JCPenney. Scarf: H&M.
The technology gods that be are against me. Or against us, I should say. We've spent the last 24 hours phoneless and wasted a whopping 5 hours butting heads and waiting on AT&T employees that don't have a clue about anything, and even less about their job. AT&T, I officially loathe you.
At least now I can say I tried, right? I am beginning to reconsider being tied down to technology, as ironic as that is being a "blogger" and all. It's almost as if the phones and techy gadgets are literally a life support. Having a smartphone for a heart and electrical impulses, tweets, and texts as the blood that courses through our technologically-dependent bodies for the love and addiction of staying connected (blast that FOMO).
Realizing the stress and anguish not having a phone ignited in me, I've spent the last day reconsidering where and in what I place my happiness. My security shouldn't rely on a flimsy block of plastic, circuit boards and batteries. It should be based upon the fact that I have a beautiful family that loves me, a home to keep me warm and sheltered, and freedom to come and go as I please. Note to self: the world will not end if my phone doesn't work for a day.
Needless to say, the minute existential crisis I am undergoing which was sparked by something rather inconsequential has made it a jeans and tee kind of day... for the rest of the month.