It's just a phone.

Last night, I dropped my iPhone for the umpteenth time. But this time, unlike all of the others, I got the dreaded shattered screen. From that single moment, my reaction was not what I expected it to be. Normally, I would have been in hysterics, dramatically proclaiming my life as I knew it was over. But last night, I had about 5-10 minutes of being pissed off at myself for dropping it, then a new mindset snuck in. It's just a phone. When it comes down to it, it's just a replaceable phone. How could I mope about 'mourning' my still working but shattered screen iPhone when so many others have much much worse problems in their life. I don't know if I contribute this to growing older and 'wiser' or an ever changing mind set or both. But I do know I like the direction my thoughts and actions are headed in my life.