In light of my recent technology fail, I’ve taken a major break from many of my devices.
While I was out this weekend, something was missing.
What was missing?
Glad you asked. My phone. It was zipped up inside my handbag.
Sure, I got the thing out to take a few photos but then it went right back inside the deep, dark, depths of my cluttered bag.
I didn’t have my phone in my hand the way I usually do. Like an extension of my arm. (Creepy…)
And my days were better for it.
I was appreciating my kid’s drawing at the school art show, watching him run after a ball with some sort of net on a field, listening to my other one play music at his piano recital.
Throughout these events, I’d normally be snapping photos, texting those to family and friends, getting caught up in a text convo about how it was going, and, inevitably, becoming distracted by a reminder about a dentist appointment on Monday.
You can guess what I wouldn’t be doing.
But, it so happens, without the blasted phone, I was actually paying attention to my life.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
Are you able to “be” where you are? Are you seeing it through your camera lens or looking down, missing something, because you’re texting or checking your calendar?