I often find myself wishing I could live a more unplugged life. Then I got a brilliant idea.
“I know! I’ll take a one-morning break from my phone. It’ll be easy.”
As I mentally walked through my phone-free day, here’s what it looked like.
5:15a—The alarm goes off, because yes—I still use the same alarm clock I used in high school. It ain’t broke.
5:20a—After drinking my Spark and pouring a cup of coffee (because I like both), I settle onto the love seat, grab my bullet journal to do my morning Zentangle from the Mindful Creativity group and—oh, wait!—I’d need my phone for that. So I skip the daily doodle and move on to read, journal, and exercise.
6:35a—This is the time when I usually play my recorded affirmations while stretching out my upper back (because Jillian just isn’t as thorough with stretching this one muscle group as I need her to be), but since I’m not using my phone I must first stretch and then read my affirmations. Three minutes wasted, but I’m unplugged so it’s all good.
6:41a—And now it’s time to lay on my back and meditate with the Rituals app. Which I can’t use, because it’s on my phone. No worries, I’ll just set a timer and—wait again!—do I even own a portable timer? Can I meditate without a timer and not fall asleep? Is it worth the risk?
7:03a—I jump out of the shower, throw on some clothes, and run into the kitchen to flip on Pandora. By now you get the idea. Unless I go to the trouble of booting up my laptop or finding an iPod—no music without my phone.
7:04a—I walk into Cassidy’s room to get her dressed, and find the most serious case of curly girl bedhead I’ve seen. This must be photographed for her future embarrassment…except I can’t remember where James keeps our actual camera.
7:30a—After shoveling in my breakfast, I reach to enter my exercise and meals into the LoseIt! app. Which I’ll have to do after lunch. But it’s fine. I’ll remember. I hope.
7:48a—Teeth brushing time with our…tooth brush timer app. Or not. Amidst much wailing and gnashing of toothbrushes, my kids comply.
8:15a—Time for school, and the kids and I need to sing Reagan’s phonics song. Which is, of course, on my phone. Instead, I go old-school, find a CD player, dig up the CD, and find a free outlet. What a waste of time.
8:22a—Right about when I put all the school stuff away and set the kids up for playtime, someone is beating down my door. Because I haven’t returned any of James’ texts (and we don’t have a home phone—why bother?), he called in the cavalry (aka one of my 23 nearest family members) to make sure we are still breathing. The kids rush out to see what all the commotion is about. Determined not to break my vow of phonelessness, I ask said loved one to text James back, tell him we are fine and that I’m not touching my phone until noon. They raise one eyebrow and follow my instructions.
8:41a—The uninvited but well-meaning family member has returned to his or her place of work or abode, the kids are back in their rooms, and I can finally sit down to get some work done. Thank God I didn’t swear of the computer, as well, right?
By this point in the day I’ve made it roughly three-and-a-half hours phone-free. I’m exhausted, James is annoyed, the kids are confused, there is no music, lots of whining, and I’m done.
TTYL. I’m wrapping this up to go text my husband about what’s for dinner. 😉