“Just buy it already,” my son said. “It’s only 15 dollars.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t know that I’ll even use it.”
And there I stood in an aisle of Best Buy on a Wednesday afternoon, sweating over a very minor purchase. Because I’m
borderline OCD inside very picky.
After further contemplation, I found another cherry red stick for $11.99, and that sealed the deal. Because $15 bucks, hell no. But $11.99, hello, gorgeous.
That night when I was all alone, I removed the red stick from its packaging and took it for a test drive. It was light and sleek and fit perfectly in my hand. In no time, it was helping me write, seeking out the correct letters.
Bold. Cut. Copy. It did it all, almost effortlessly. Turning pages forward and back with just a swipe of the hand.
All I needed to do was aim and point and motion. Talk about power.
I was like Harry Potter and Harry Houdini and Mickey in Fantasia all rolled into one.
I couldn’t believe that up until now I was working with only my bare hands as my tool, my fingers clogging the keyboard, falling between the j and the k and turning junk into kunk, over and over and over again.
If you haven’t guessed by now, my magic wand is a tablet stylus. A ruby red stylus like Dorothy’s ruby shoes. It was just like coming home.
In the end, I learned that it’s ok to try new things, to take a chance. And that I’m worth $11.99. Plus tax.