I have two pairs of glasses.
One for reading.
One for seeing more clearly at distance.
When I was on my way to Copenhagen earlier this month.
I felt around in my bag for my two glasses boxes.
And my hand found just one.
As my hand rested on the unopened box.
I wondered which pair I had with me.
Do I want my distance glasses so I can see this lovely country that I am visiting for the first time clearly?
Or do I want my reading glasses?
So that I can see my phone better?
It almost felt like I was choosing the future versus the past.
I just found this tiny, momentary conundrum interesting.
I do wrestle with an over-reliance on my phone.
But I am reading more than ever.
I love visiting new places and discovering new things, though.
And the real magic – especially when I am in new places – is often tucked away around corners and in the shadows.
I need to be able to see clearly to find those.
I like meeting new people, too.
But entering rooms full of new people is also better when I can scan the whole room clearly.
So I wasn’t sure which glasses I wanted to find in the box.
When I opened the box.
And discovered my reading glasses.
I felt happy.
So then I started to wonder if feeling happy about seeing my phone, and feeling happy about sacrificing my ability to explore this new land at maximum clarity was a good thing for my little brain to feel.
Then I stopped over analysing.
And sat in a corner of Heathrow.
Reading my book.