Like many FOF women, I grew up in business learning to cultivate and value relationships. I talked on the phone–actually talked–to clients and potential clients. I traveled to meet them face to face and to learn about them and their companies. We enjoyed dinners together, and even a few martinis. We found things to enjoy about each other. That went hand in hand with a successful business relationship. It was fun.
Now I have a relationship with a rectangular black object. I can’t leave a room without it. It lays next to me on the night table as I sleep. It’s the first thing I grab when I wake. I would be lost without it. Lonely and disconnected. If it isn’t talking to me, I want to know what’s wrong. If it talks to me too much, I wish it would stop. It has the power to make me happy. Also, very, very sad.