Dealing With What I Have; or, Settling

Last week I was browsing the world wide web for one of those cell phone armbands that you wear while running, working out, or walking (does anyone wear them for anything else? I’m suddenly very interested in knowing if people use them while doing other activities). Of course, the evil giant Amazon came up with the most results on Google, and because I was feeling lazy and because it wasn’t a book, I found one I liked and purchased it.

Now, I have a Samsung Galaxy S5, and this armband is advertised for an iPhone Ginormous. Or is it an iPhone 6+ ? Either way, there were various reviews from people claiming to also own the S5 who were completely satisfied with how their phone fit in the armband regardless of the size difference between it and the iPhone. So I waited the five days until it arrived in my mailbox to see if it really would fit my phone.

I was excited to open the package – I don’t think it would even matter what was inside; there’s just something so satisfyingly joyous about opening a package and feeling the excitement of an 8-year-old on Christmas. The armband is a striking blue, and features a little compartment to put a house or apartment key so you don’t have to worry about being locked out when you leave your home to adventure. I squeezed my phone into its compartment – case and all – and I was pleased with how it fit. It wiggles around in it, and since the buttons don’t match up with an iPhone’s buttons, that compatibility is slightly lacking, but after my run/walk I felt happy that I didn’t have to hold my phone the whole time while I listened to music.

Now, a few days have gone by, and I can’t stop thinking about this armband. I’ve used it again of course, but I’m starting to become annoyed. Why did I buy something that is not advertised for my phone? I settled for convenience, Amazon, and with a mediocre product because the price was cheap and I didn’t want to spend too much time with researching phone armbands.

But why am I settling? It’s going to frustrate me every time I use the damn thing, but I’m just going to deal with it and tough it out.


I am proud to say I grew up learning to be thankful for what I have, and to be happy about what I have no matter what. Knowing this, you probably don’t believe my sister grew up in the same household as I. She did, but she’s adopted so that may have something to do with it.*

But has this caused me to settle for everything? To just accept things at face value and just deal with it, move on, and get over it? And have I begun to be okay with just settling? Just dealing with how life comes to me? Um, yes, yes, yes, and yes.

Well, I’m not going to settle for that. I’ve never been extremely motivated – I’m a procrastinator, a go-with-the-flow (usually) young adult, and that needs to stop. So I’m going to find a new armband, one that actually works for my phone model, and [ideally] return the iPhone one to Amazon. Or maybe it will just lay on my dining room table and I’ll go back to holding my phone while listening to music on my walks. I’ll keep you posted on this exciting saga in my life.



*My sister is not really adopted. She’s as biological to my parents as I am, although her gratefulness doesn’t shine through as much (or as often) as mine does.