My husband recently pointed out there is never a moment when I am not looking at something on my iPhone. I kind of thought to myself, “How did I get here?” I do remember a time in my life where the Internet was not my whole entire life…I think. Well, I was born in 1980, so I was practically born with a computer in my hands.
I often find it traumatic when something goes wrong with my iPhone. For instance, when my battery randomly dies and I instantly feel as if the world is coming to an end. I will race to a charger as quickly as possible. I don’t know how to handle life without it. My iPhone and I are really close. It’s one of the longest relationships I have had since I married my husband.
I also sometimes forget how to communicate without using a “handle,” “RT,” or a “hashtag.” I often catch myself abbreviating everything as well. Besides the fact that I get all of my news from various social media sites and I rarely call my friends on the phone.
Here’s my experiment for one weekend…seriously, I’m going to do it. I am going to shut my phone off. Not just temporarily, but for the WHOLE weekend. Here’s the plan:
Shut my phone off
Lock it up
Lock my home office door
Go for a run
Have conversations with my friends
Find a new hobby
Grab a piece of paper and write something
Do some hand exercises
Repeat # 9
So as I sit here and try to think of ways to distract myself, I can already feel the anxiety building. This will be one of the most challenging things I will ever go through. I have to make an attempt. This is my addiction and it’s up to me to beat it!