My phone died. Like, for real. Not coming back. It actually had a near-death experience a couple weeks ago. We were in Texas for my parents’ Christmas and it just turned off and wouldn’t turn back on. At first, I was horrified. What if people are calling me? What super important texts am I missing? Then, I started enjoying being phone-free. I was more present. I was more relaxed. After a few days I didn’t have the urge to “check-in” with my phone.
This is great! I thought. When I get a new phone, I will continue on this way. I will be more hands-free.
Then my phone made a miraculous recovery. And I found out how bad my addiction was. I went right back to checking it ALL THE TIME. A few seconds of peace? Time to check Facebook, or Gmail, or ANYTHING. (For the record… in the week without my phone, I only missed 1 call – from GoDaddy. And maybe 2 texts.)
I didn’t learn my lesson. So the Universe helped me out and killed my phone again. Thanks Universe. No, seriously.
I will eventually get a new phone. But not for a while. I’m going to enjoy being hands-free until I think I can control myself. Because technology is a good thing – as long as you use it responsibly. And apparently I can’t… yet.