Out Of Hand. . .
Although I understand its importance to many, if not most, of people on this planet, I am no longer attached to my cell phone as if it was another vital body part. Sure, it often accompanies me but should I forget it on those rare occasions, it doesn’t cause me as much angst as it once did.
As I recently told a friend who I hadn’t spoken to in a while, it’s no longer tethered to me as it once seemed to be almost standard operating procedure.
Do I feel freer? Do I feel as if I am “missing out” on checking email notifications or Googling the latest question that pops into my head for immediate gratification. Not really? I have learned it’s okay to wait. Believe me, it’s an ongoing lesson as traces of my phone addiction still exist.
Although I continue to carry this often one-sided conversation piece with me it is not connected at the hip. This leads me to wonder does that cell phone miss me?
Of course, not. It’s an inanimate object after all. No hurt feelings. And those who call who really want to speak with me, hopefully understand and will leave a message. Others move on. . .and I am okay with that.
Relationships with things, even inanimate objects, can
have a devastating impact on you and on others. This is not meant to be dismissive of anyone’s choices. Not at all. I can certainly acknowledge this as such an attachment is a significant part of my history.
Even before this change, I understood from my friends and clients who work in fields anyone-on-the-outside might consider on-call 24/7 that while priorities exist for each of us, the level of importance is in a constant state of variedness. Yes, and that’s a real word because I just checked it. So, yes, there are times when the phone is with me - not just the constant companion it once was.
And as Barbara Todaro has been known to say this has been “Just a Thought”. And that seems to sum up this post for me.
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