So I bought one.
And that's when all hell broke loose.
Truth be told, I am an information junky. Like so many people, I catch a buzz from the internet. It makes me happy. I like getting my questions answered in lightening speed. Smartphone makes me feel.....smarter.
Plus I am always entertained.
Until I am not.
Our blood pressure goes up every time we hear our phone ring, or hear the ding of an email arriving, or a text. It's like all day long we get these little presents in our phone. But these little presents are often problems that arrive. Emails that need to be addressed. Distractions that rob our time, and our soul, from doing what we really want or need to be doing.
Sometimes by day's end I just want to throw the little fucker across the room.
It also makes me sad that the first thing people do when they come out of a class or a meeting is check their phone. It's the perfect escape for people who are afraid to be, or don't want to be, together.
Like me sometimes.
And then there is my aging mother who in reality I have PRECIOUS little time to spend with, even though she's just 3 miles from me now. When I am with her my phone exaggerates the tug of war of needing to take care of life's details and spending uninterrupted time with her.
I imagine you know what I mean.
And then there is my friend who found out recently that her twenty-six year old son has brain cancer. And the tumor is right where he has been holding his phone all these years (see video below).
Oh my dear,dear darlin'.
Maybe it's related to cell phones, maybe it isn't, but with all this said, I vow to leave my phone in the car much more often.
I also vow to not carry it around with me as many of us always do.
I vow to charge it, not next to my bed as I've been doing at night, but across the room.
Basically I vow to give myself the break,
and the peace of mind,
that I've been sorely missing.