me & my phone adventures

The battery was completely fried on my phone, so a friend of mine who was upgrading gave me their old one. It was so much fancier than my phone, with a pretty touchscreen that did all kinds of magical things. Truthfully the phone was a little TOO fancy for my comfort level. I was more than a little intimidated by this phone. Learning all these new gadgets & tricks was taking up brain cells that I had wanted to reserve for other projects, but I faced my fears & learned how to use it anyway. 

Ever since I picked up the phone, I've been complaining how hard it is to use & how much I really dont like it. Sure it looks cool. My kids love it. I should be able to love it too. But the truth is that I didn't. It was a hard phone for me to get used to. The challenges of the phone became even more noticeable when I needed to make an urgent call, like when the dog runs away. The phone simply refuses to make any kind of emergency calls whatsoever. It's like one of those nightmares where you are getting chased by some madman killer but you can't scream. Except in my nightmare (or daymare), the dog runs away & I reach for my phone to call my daughter to bring the car &  the touch screen starts spazzing out and flipping to all kinds of random things that have NOTHING to do with calling my daughter so the dog starts running into the road & I'm forced to choose between calling the daughter or saving the dog from oncoming traffic. So, I stuff the phone in my pocket & chase the dog on my own (which is not an easy task since his FOUR 1yo legs run MUCH faster than my TWO 42yo legs). At least, I can say that most drivers will stop for me when I stand in the road, even if they won't stop for my chichuahua. So far, I've successfully rescued him from several cars & a motorcycle, but my phone was the exact oppposite of helpful. If I ever had to make an emergency 911 call for say... like a bank robbery or something, the bank would be totally outta luck cuz by the time I got my phone to work, those robbers woulda completely cleaned out ALL their cash reserves and all of those of any bank within a 10 mile radius.

Well this morning, I was walking the dog & dropped the phone. It broke in half. A nice clean (and completely unrepairable) break. Now, I have two pieces of fancy phone, but neither of them does anything anymore. No lights. No sliding windows of beauty. Nothing. Just empty lifeless technology. On the upside, I don't need to complain about how long it takes me to make a call anymore. On the downside, now I can't make any calls at all.

Being a psychic by trade, I know that everything that happens in life serves a greater purpose and offers us significant opportunities to grow & expand as human beings. There's something to learn in all of our life experiences & the moral of this story is:

If you hate your phone, don't say it out loud, cuz it might hear you and break itself in half.
This story was brought to you by Deborah Lighthart, Psychic Advisor, Healer & Visionary Artist. The name "Deborah" means "Bee seeking the honey of life." Deborah's life mission is to help you find a sweet, satisfying & soulful existence. Her private practice is located at Feronia Wellness Center in Germantown WI, but she also works by phone & online. Her psychic readings are uplifting, accurate &  insightful. Her healing work is soothing, spiritual & transformational. Her artwork is modern, abstract & spirited. She is also the Founder of Feronia Wellness Organization, a non-profit group promoting holistic health & wellness. Deborah believes that health & happiness are your birthright and she works in every way possible to help you claim it. You can find more information about Deborah at