Stolen bad luck makes me feel empty.
It makes me feel sad. Why would someone steal away all my bad luck for the beginning year? It’s upsetting that something so tragic happened at my favourite ice-cream parlor.
There is this void I feel when I remember I have no phone to connect with the world and my safe spaces online.
Stolen bad luck took my beautiful pictures, quirky videos, curated contacts, starred WhatsApp chats and fantastic ebooks.
On the bright side, I have been able to see how much having a mobile device influenced my habits and time.
I still gingerly take each day as it comes. I’m not brazen because I have no bad luck left in 2018.
I’m sad but hopeful for what the future holds.
PS: Until I get a new phone I won’t publish stories, reviews or send out newsletters as frequently.