Well, my silent period for thinking turned into an extremely busy period of working. Thus, the thinking has been pushed aside and the space in my brain has been filled with stuff at work, an online course and my research activities.
Amidst all of this, I’ve been pulled to a slight halt when yesterday afternoon someone walked into my closed office (though not locked) to steal my iPhone while I went to the kitchen to wash my cups for some tea. Within two minutes, someone took what I initially considered ‘my entire life’ for his personal gain.
While I am indeed upset at the invasion of my space. The door was closed, after all. Do I really need to lock my door just to use the restroom or go to the kitchen…? Apparently, YES! In any case, it’s not the first time things have disappeared from my office, but it’s the first time that something valuable and important to me as a person was taken. That phone was part of my body….
Yet, not having it now for over 24 hours, I realize I can actually live without it. There’s nothing that was on it that can’t be replaced (information-wise). In fact, no one really ever calls me anyway and I can be just as connected to the world through my laptops and iPads (yes, I mean the plural there). Truth be told, I can stand to be less connected.
So, I’m sort of chewing on my general belief that people can have whatever they feel the need to take. I generally don’t lock doors or worry because I say that if someone needs to steal it then they must really need it for whatever reason. Part of me still believes this. Part of me feels a little bit invaded. Part of me is PISSED OFF. Part of me thinks … ‘oh well’….
Which part wins? I dunno. No part has to win after all. It’s just another experience to provide me with reflection to myself. Was that the purpose of this happening? Hm… more to chew on…
Back to my pondering….
π -T
