Recently I bought a Samsung 8, replacing my Samsung 4 that I purchased new in 2013. I’m not, as one would say, an early adopter. My husband claims me converting to a new phone was a “hard birth” for him, comparing it to when our son was born after my 22 hours of labor followed by a C-section. I didn’t buy his comparison.
I love technology. Really, I do. I love that what took 20 minutes to look up in a reference book when I was young, now takes less that 20 seconds if you Ask Google or query Suri. I love punching in a location and being guided to the right location. And I especially love content at my finger tips that sparks my thinking, creativity, and curiosity.
While I’m an avid and passionate user, I’m not much for replacing technology. It’s not that I don’t like it once I get used to it, but I don’t like to get used to it. In my new phone’s case, I contemplated returning it after just one highly charged, frustrating, not-knowing-how day.
I didn’t. Instead, I (continue reading →)