It sounds so trivial, but I lost my phone. Not in the physical sense, but the broken screen has rendered it useless. It didn’t bother me much, the actual replacement of contents and downloading of apps, but there are some things that I haven’t been able to retrieve.
I wrote a lot on my phone. I kept lists of books/songs/films to look into, carefully hidden passwords, perfect gifts ideas for specific people, topics to ponder about at some point, ideas for writing a book, etc., and these things I can get over; I will re-discover at some point, or else its already in my head, waiting for a trigger.
But there were also less practical and more emotional things I kept, specifically a memo of different lyrical ideas I’d jot down to remember. I’d go through the memo (it was really long) and could identified what/who influenced it. In a lot of ways, it summarized the past four years of my life. I have a back-up from last July, but sadly have lost the rest. I also saved some specific conversations, which generally marked a big event or realization, and the few times I would re-read them, I knew that I shouldn’t and that it wasn’t going to offer anything new, but at the time, it seemed like everything.
So, I feel like I lost a lot, but also that I was ready to lose it. I held a lot of dead weight in that phone that I was resistant to let go, from my sentimental nature, but I’ve realized that losing something doesn’t have to mean you’re actually losing anything.
Emotional spring cleaning.
