I’ll be the first to admit this was a mistake. I don’t mean the challenge of going without a phone for a week. I mean not having my phone in the first place. I’d left Prague in a hurry. Running late and forgetful as usual. I almost left my keys in the apartment too. Perhaps it would have been better if I had.
Just one day later was already the longest we’d been apart. You know what? I was starting to like it. The world seemed to have a little more colour. Or maybe that was just the sun shining in the Uk for once.
I never really had myself down as much of a phone addict, but I guess these things happen if you let your awareness gradually shift.
You’re gonna think I’m making this up but I was feeling free. Like there had been invisible chains and shackles that had been cut loose. It sounds dramatic but that’s how I felt. That was only after a day though.
I knew I’d have to sign into social media at some point and let all my
fans dearly beloved know I’m ok. Or perhaps not. I decided maybe I’d leave it and see how many dead plants I’d been watering.
I started to spend way more time daydreaming. I actually forgot how much I love daydreaming. It was by far the most fun thing to do when I was at school. I’ve never felt guilty for daydreaming. All the best ideas start as a daydream and being phone-less I could see how actually sitting and using my imagination had been happening less and less over the years.
The best thing that happened though was an increased awareness of the present moment and my surroundings. That, combined with the daydreaming, made work a bit more fun. I’d be having realisations about life rather than thinking what I’d need to be doing on my phone later.
By the end of the week I’d by lying if I said I hadn’t missed the thing. Some of the times I didn’t even think about it, but those other times, when I’d automatically reach down to my pocket and realise it was wasn’t there, those were the times I’d grieve.
Life is just simpler when the access to everyone you know is right there in the palm of your hand. How people got by back in the day when it was only phone’s attached to walls and everybody in the house had to share it baffles me. No wonder infidelity rates were lower, you’d never have a way to arrange anything covertly.
I’ll be happy when I get it back tomorrow and that’s the truth. I’m at least going to try and use it more sparsely though. Was really starting to get used to spending half my time in a dreamworld.