August 26, 2014
Posted by ssettele
I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. Made coffee, ate a big bowl of Cinnamon Life cereal, and all but skipped to my car. Walked in to work, sat down, reached in to my purse to put my trusty iPhone on my desk…
But it wasn’t there. Before I knew it, I was careening down the first dip on an emotional rollercoaster.
First, there was denial.
Surely I didn’t leave my phone at home. Maybe it’s in my pocket. OOH! Or in my car! I should check in my car. *Checks in car.* Ok, not in my car.
Then the truth sank in.
I really, truly, actually left my phone at home. I am officially phoneless today.
Next began the—for lack of a better word—panic phase.
What if someone needs to get ahold of me? What if I get an urgent text? What if an advertising emergency occurs and nobody can get in touch with my boss (whose desk is approximately two feet from mine)? How will people KNOW I’m not just ignoring them! Should I post to Facebook to let the world know I’m phoneless today? Oh for goodness sake, I can’t post anything to Instagram!
After a few minutes of that, I floated back down out of hysteria and to reality. It was time to make a plan.
If I run home at lunch, I’ll only have to spend a total of 2.5 hours without my phone. I can handle that. I am an ADULT. Plus, I’ll be in meetings for most of that time, so I’m sure I’ll hardly even notice. Right. Yeah, that’s it. I can do this!
And you know something, ad people? I survived. Better than that, I had an incredibly productive morning. Maybe there’s something to this “unplugging” thing after all. In moderation. Maybe.