I am currently spending my 31st hour without my cell phone.

brokephoneI can assure you, it was not my intention.  I’m as addicted to my phone as you are.  I use it for email. I use it to text.  I use it to Facebook, and like Pavlov’s dog, I keep on looking/waiting/aching for the ding. A new client, a design to approve, a baby-date to schedule. All. Damn. Day. Besides kissing my adorable small child and my strapping mustachioed husband… checking my phone is the first thing I do in the morning and the last thing I do at night.  It broke.

A few years ago, before I carved out at least an iota of balance, I would also check the phone at 4am, you know, just in case a collegue in New York needed something.

So I’m on my 31st hour without my cell phone — not by choice. It malfunctioned and because I was unwilling to fall for the scam that the Verizon guy (with “get money” hand tats) was trying to pull, I have to wait until tomorrow to receive a replacement. I’m on my 31st hour without my cell phone and it is glorious! Seriously — glorious!!!!

This morning, my family and I woke up and snuggled in bed.  I had no idea what time it was. I slept for an extra hour while the boy and the mustache read books.  I wrote.  I WROTE!  I’m writing right now!  I haven’t written since I gave birth — almost 9 months ago.

We went to the farmers’ market.  We went to the lake and danced to the beat of an impromptu drum circle. I was able to pass a pair of baby-pants to a little girl who peed in hers. Her dad bought us ice cream. We took a family nap.  We bought a bunch of house stuff at Bed Bath and Beyond. It was a great day.

I’ve felt the phantom limb cell phone tingling.  And yes, I’m on my computer right now, so I’m not totally unplugged (as the mustache is reminding me now), but this disconnection has been instructive. What a wonderful break!

More on that later. Now I’m going to pull  myself away from tech and spend the rest of the waning hours of Shabbat hanging out with my family. Disconnect to reconnect, bro.

When was the last time you disconnected? How did it go? Share your thoughts in the comments below!

One thought on “A day without a cell phone

  1. I love your blog! I am happy that a day without your phone got you writing again. When I moved to Brazil, it felt like I had no phone. I went from having constant calls, texts and emails all day long, to having only ONE number contacting me throughout the day…the man, the beard, haha. Those first couple of weeks when I was establishing myself here and getting to know the city and meeting new people etc were actually pretty amazing. I felt so off the grid and I was able to really soak in every moment.

    Break your phone again and write another entry 😉

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