Curiosity got the best of me last week.

After a year of pumping the large size of the 5.5” iPhone, I skimped down and grabbed the 4.7” iPhone this time around. It was a spur of the moment decision driven — perhaps embarrassingly — by a combination of impatience and curiosity. But, after 10 days of use, I’m completely enthralled with this phone.

Yet, I miss my old phone, too.

Putting this into words is difficult. So far, the iPhone 6s has had a subconscious effect on me. I noticed the effect the first time I hopped into my car with the phone in my pocket. I always carried the iPhone 6 Plus in my back pocket because it never comfortably fit in my front pocket, and this always presented an extra step when getting into my car. I’d open the door, put my right leg in, remove my phone, and fully step inside. This became second nature very quick.

But now, the iPhone 6s comfortably fits in my front pocket. Removing the phone from my back pocket is no longer needed and eliminates a step before getting into the car.

This sounds like a first world problem. But it’s amazing how fast I noticed the impact of the iPhone 6s.

Consider tying your shoes in the morning before work. If you’re like me, you probably find yourself having to remove the iPhone 6 Plus from your front pocket because it juts into your hip when you squat or bend over.

The iPhone 6s doesn’t present this problem. Just bend over and tie your shoe. Simple.

I’ll admit, I miss the bigger screen. When sitting at my desk, that large Plus-sized keyboard was second to none. And the Plus’ battery is out of this world. I just picked up my old 6 Plus to take a screenshot, and I was whisked back into the world of huge keyboards and huge screens. Nostalgic, in a way.

I’m finding the more cramped screen and lesser battery life to be acceptable compromises, though. Regaining one handed use and front pocket stowing has been a pleasure so far. I much prefer this:

Over this:

And I really like Space Grey. I’m not sure why I ever fell out of love with this colour.

What I can definitively say is this: The iPhone 6s and the iPhone 6s Plus are different phones for different uses. Depending on your use, there may be space for both phones in your arsenal.

It comes down to comfort vs. convenience. I chose the convenience route this time, but I’m still not certain I made the right choice.

Peter Robison’s look for Bloomberg at the children of the superwealthy is absolutely fascinating. Take this quote from Jack Donaghy as an example:

The first generation works their fingers to the bone making things; the next generation goes to college and innovates new ideas; the third generation snowboards and takes improv classes.

Or this:

They said, ‘The kids are consuming our wealth, buying Lamborghinis and Bentleys, and we don’t know how to change the pattern.

Or this perilous statistic:

Their research found that 70 percent of inheritors failed in passing their fortunes on to the next generation. The book defined a failure as “involuntary loss of control of the assets.” The overwhelming reason, they found, was either a breakdown in family communication or unprepared heirs. Just 3 percent of failures were attributed to such issues as taxes or legal challenges.

Deep down, I have two very big weaknesses which I fight against on a daily basis: jealousy and criticalness. In essence, these weaknesses come to a head in Peter Robison’s Bloomberg piece.

First is jealousy. Like every other kid who didn’t have the nice toys growing up, I looked around at some of my wealthier friends with awe. I wished I could have had the things they had. This is probably part of the reason why I will only purchase the best of any given thing.

That jealousy is equally prevalent today. I struggle to understand how others in my general stage of life are able to purchase homes and boats and go on winter vacations. I work 16 hours every day and I still look at a home purchase as a far flung dream.

Second is criticalness. Because of a childhood where I didn’t have as much as the next person, I’ve always had a chip on my shoulder. Finding respect for a person who was given their position in life is very difficult for me to do. Instead, I find myself inherently respecting others based on their work ethic and how they deal with bumps along the road. I deeply admire self-created individuals who sacrificed right, left, and center as a twenty-something and who are now enjoyin the luxuries of life.

These are my weaknesses. I work on controlling them and fighting them each and every day. Everyone is dealt a different set of cards in life, and we should only be judged based on how we play our hand. I have to remember that when looking at other people, including the wealthy.

After reading Robison’s work, I’ve realized one thing: I’d way rather be the first generation with raw finger bones than the third generation with mental illnesses and anxiety attacks.

It helps knowing the grass isn’t always greener on the other side.