Today I opened up a lovely white box. Its sharp edges reminiscent of a beautifully wrapped Christmas present and the plastic that perfectly sealed it smelled of newness. For me, this box contained a world of possibilities and represented the beginning of my new journey.
Hello Mac. It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you and look forward to getting to know you.
I had a difficult time committing to you in particular. I knew I needed a new machine; a new vessel to transport my work from the initial thought to the work in progress to the finished product that will forever float in the virtual world.
I did my research and was pretty certain you were the one. I may have temporarily swayed, for a very brief moment to something that appeared to be more appealing on the surface, but ultimately, I just couldn’t shake what I felt for you. Long story short, I chose you and now here we are. I know this will be the beginning of a beautiful partnership. Together we will create, together we will refine, together we will produce. Hello Mac. It’s so nice to meet you.
I am so excited to have made this purchase. I’m not a materialistic person by nature. I’m not known to be a big spender and actually suffer from buyer’s remorse. I’m the gal who will fill up her cart, try to convince herself of why she needs every item in it while she makes her way through the store and leaves with absolutely nothing. One by one, each item gets returned to its location so that it can be later claimed by its eventual owner, ie., not me. Yes, I’m that person.
I used to be an impulse buyer. If I liked it, I bought it. I gave very little consideration to the value that the item would bring and to what purpose it would have in my life. Instead, I would get an overwhelming sense of lust and if it felt right, it came home with me. Eventually, this got old and I realized as the years went by that my impulse buys tended to collect and inevitably be donated to the Salvation Army or attempted to be sold at a yard sale. I once bought not one, but two, yes two, blender sets at 2:30am from an infomercial on TV. I ended up giving one to my dad and the other is still packed away in its original box with all its recipe books, smoothie cups and accessories. I bought it 10 years ago.
After many similar purchase experiences, I ended up learning the error of my ways and instead of being a normal spender I have flocked to the opposite side of the spectrum and am now what I like to refer to as a hesitant shopper. As such, one could see why forking out such an absurd amount of money on a laptop was not an easy decision to make but I knew that it was the first step to the new me. The new me that writes when she’s anxious. The new me that taps into her feelings instead of ignoring them. The new me that is truly making an effort to understand why I feel the way that I do and to learn to not only live with my emotions but to come out of my experiences with new wisdom, with growth.
I know my Mac will help me down my journey and I can’t wait to see what we can make together. A whole new world to explore, endless possibilities await.