Sorry, my little MacBook Air — I didn’t mean to insult you. Until now you have played the role of my cafe-computer, my travel toy, frequently in use but never taken seriously.
This week I’m using you in earnest as my primary, well to be honest, my only computer. You have never had quite enough grunt to do any of my “serious” work. Those video courses are on the back burner while your young sibling MacBook Pro is at the hospital. For another week. Another WEEK! Imagine that!
Deep breaths. Zen calm. Farewell to self-imposed deadlines. Farewell to that illusion of urgency. Nothing is urgent. I could die tomorrow. Meanwhile this time is dedicated to lightweight management chores, catch-up tasks, and pleasurable self indulgence.
Such as writing this kindly letter to Air. I appreciate you more than ever, little one. Even as you front up to temporary promotion, you have forced me to r-e-l-a-x and admit that what I call work is never anything but pleasurable self-indulgence.
Thanks sweetie. You are doing fine. And even at the advanced age of six and a half, you are still utterly gorgeous.