The Delightful Near Death of My Cell Phone

My cell phone's screen has made a decision to remain frozen in eternity.  It's been that way for a few days, but I thought I'd kind of wait out Mercury Retrograde and see if it didn't spark back to life. Nope.

Looking back over the past few years, I have needed to replace my phone for one reason or another, just about exactly every 6 months.  Mind you, it's not one of those fancy-schmancy gizmos, it's a little LG with a keypad, small enough to fit in my pocket, so it's not modern technology making this happen.  Unless there are some implanted gremlins I'm unaware of.  It's also not that every time I've dropped it in the drink - or a drink or the toilet, to be most specific, that was only once.  

$3,654, 777.32  later spent purchasing the newest model of the unsmart phone from V-------, it dawned on me, I might just ask my V------- pals to help a girl out and send me one of their retired phones lying around in their old phone cemetery drawers.  So, I posted this morning on Facebook and lo and behold, 10 minutes later, the gently used, ever loved phone will be in the mail, hurling through space to little ole' me.  In fact, there are two on the way and may I just say being prepared feels awfully wise at this stage?

While that might be happy ending enough for some, I, of course, have a couple of side stories to tell that make this an extra delightful situation. 

It got several of us to talking about our magnetic personalities.  Many of us can't keep a watch alive to save our own lives.  Some blow out street lights, others computers and various other electronic devices.  We came to the conclusion, that it's a good thing a) because it gives us a break and b) because our energetic vibrations have been raised to a really, super cool level.  I was also able to admit publicly that I would be a 12 step program nightmare if I had to try to keep a houseplant alive for a year.  So, I'm feeling all strong about that.

Then, someone pointed out how rapidly I manifested a solution.  I, personally, believe that the word 'manifest' is simply a swanky word for 'ask'.  Then, I got all misty-eyed, realizing I'd turned a corner on something I've struggled with my entire life.  I asked for help for ME.  Not for the animals, or for a pal, or a friend's second cousin once removed - but for me.  And I was immediately validated by a beautiful, amusing, witty, extremely generous and love-filled conversation.  AND two phones. 

All I had to do was ask.  

Thanks y'all.