One day this past week, I woke up in a bit of a funk. I felt like I had been juggling a couple dozen ping pong balls, and was in danger of letting some or all of them fall to the ground. When did life get so darn complicated?
Those that know me know I am not one to wax nostalgic about how life was better back in the day. I am also not one to sweat what I believe to be the small stuff. As I am prone to tell my co-workers: “the sun is going to come up in the East tomorrow whether we like it or not.”
I tried to remind myself of this as I flipped through the umpteen emails on my phone. Then it dawned on me: this thing, my phone, is killing me. (Read the full article as previously published in the Montgomery Advertiser on February 13th, 2017)