031511. Back in my old life I was tethered to my phone (it was a blackberry at the time). And there was rarely a moment when I wasn’t checking it, reading it, talking on it, scrolling through it, blah blah blah.
And I’m going to admit that giving up that habit has been a bit of a struggle. Even in my newfound maternally yogic life.
True. I get about 1/1000th the number of messages.
And true. Most of those messages are spam.
Okay … maybe not spam … but they’re news updates from the NY Times and Huffington Post and Facebook and you know … from other stuff (like sale info from JCrew and Old Navy). And even though I’m not living in Los Angeles, I like streaming KPCC (the best NPR station in the country) so I can be up-to-date on what’s happening in the world. Plus, I like having the iPhone handy in case there’s a good picture to take. You never know when there will be a once-in-a-lifetime-photo-op.
Or you know … if there’s no pen and paper handy, it’s a great place to write notes. And then there’s the calendar. Which may no longer be filled with studio meetings and dinners with directors, but sometimes I forget when the LO’s gymnastics class starts (is it 10:15 or 10:30?).
Anyway … that’s a long way around getting to the fact that I think I have a problem. And I’m pretty sure the LO agrees. Because yesterday she took my phone and hid it. Really well.
Full disclosure here, the iPhone has some really good apps for kids like memory games and classical music apps, etc. It’s a pretty good distraction to give the LO my phone if I want 10 minutes to take a shower or do the dishes, etc.
So yesterday, at around 9 am, I handed her the phone and went to take a shower. When I got out, there was no phone.
And I looked everywhere. It wasn’t under the sofa. Or the coffee table. It wasn’t in the garbage (in the kitchen OR in the laundry room OR in the bathroom). Or under a cover in our bedroom. It wasn’t in the toilet. It wasn’t in any of the drawers or low cupboards in the kitchen. It wasn’t in the fridge. Nor was it in a shoe.
It was gone.
So after about 30 minutes of searching and re-searching the house I decided to let it go and we left the house to take the dogs to the horses and get some exercise ourselves.
There was a weird silence in the car (except for the 2 dogs, small child and the radio).
There was a calm (except for the panic that if something happened I wouldn’t be able to call for help like that time I ended up in the ditch).
And there was a peace (no exception).
Peace in knowing that the only thing that needed to be on my mind was what was happening right at that moment right in front of me.
It was kind of great to know that know one would be calling. There were no messages to check. There was no clock ticking the time away.
So at around 6 last night, when I went to put a load of clothes in the washing machine, you can imagine my surprise that the phone was hidden in the middle of the hamper. She really had to dig to get it so deep in the pile. And I wasn’t nearly as relieved as I thought I’d be.
Sure, I’m glad I don’t have to shell out for another phone. And yes, I’m happy to know I haven’t lost all the photos I hadn’t yet downloaded off of it.
But it made me re-recognize the importance of the Digital Sabbatical. And it made me think that maybe I should lose my phone more often. I might even lose it today.
Q: What happens when you disconnect?