New phone? Standing in the store of the carrier of my smartphone, my heart began racing as the technologist began to transfer data, yes they call it data. My job is to trust that a small portion of my life (seemingly huge at this moment) is going to be transferred, yes transferred from one data collection device to another. Why does it feel like one life line being taken from one and given to another. Is this true or perception? What it really is to me is a year or more of my life. Images (pictures) of  a trip to Italy with my daughter, photos of grandchildren,  family and friends, text messages of shared ideas, thoughts, and opinions,  phone numbers, or contacts as they are called now,  emails, and the all important calendar and more. The technician talks me through this process as he begins the transfer. I mention the specifics of my anxiety letting him know that my heart is racing  and saying out loud that I did not expect this transfer of data from one device to another to be emotional. Yet with the calm voice of a hypnotist, he reassures me that some of this data is entrusted to “The Cloud”. I sort of understand this concept I just have a hard time trusting it. The job is complete. I have what I need. My heart is settling down. I thank him for his time and service and leave the store with my new and old smartphone. I paired my new phone with my car and I have begun the adjustment period. I wonder how short or long of a period this will be. Days, weeks? I am guessing days and we will be old friends.