Today I left my cell phone at home. I was charging it, and left it on the windowsill. Now I feel naked. How is it that one small device can wield such power over us? I have spent most of my life without a cell phone. I managed quite well. Yet, like the unrelenting grasp of a cocaine addiction, I feel out of sorts and vulnerable without my cell phone “fix.” I don’t make any calls on it while I am at work because I get no reception in my building. However, it is important for communication on the commute home should I need to pick up my son or handle some other emergency.
When I discovered I left my phone at home, the first thing I had to do was calm myself and realize that everything would be okay, that life would continue without it. Also, I had to readjust my game plan for an after work event where coordination with my husband was necessary. Thus, a reworked game plan has been crafted where communication by phone is not part of the equation. Lastly, I have to let go of my need to be “connected” every moment. It’s okay to be unreachable. Perhaps if I shroud myself in a little mystery, people will want to connect with me more often. I’m wondering, is a “cell-less” life possible? Can I adopt a Luddite mentality and forego technology altogether? I think the answer is “probably not” but I’m willing to bet that with a showing of a little inner fortitude I can reduce my level of panic when I find myself “unconnected.”