The Beauty Of Letting Go

A broken laptop, a walk up a hill, some clever people from Dublin and Tony Adams.

My laptop shut itself down about a month ago and just never woke up again. It is dead. There was no warning. It was still quite young: eighteen months! That’s no age. They couldn’t work it out at the Apple Store. ‘Sometimes, these things just happen,” the well-spoken nerd at the Genius Bar told me, his hand softly touching my shoulder in consolation.

I t…