So I broke up with my phone. You can read more about my initial journey by going to the category on my blog entitled How to Break Up With Your Phone. I use it mainly for listening to podcasts and tracking my runs with an occasional glance at the news. And, of course, I watch Stephen Colbert and John Oliver with my morning tea. I have a controllable relationship with Instagram, and I no longer feel addicted to my iPhone.
I worked through about half of the book “How to Break Up With Your Phone” and then I went on vacation. My little camping spot by the brook on the Blue Ridge Parkway featured no cell coverage, so I was forced to unplug for several days. I was able to check in on occasion but the forced hiatus broke the spell. I haven’t really gone back to using Facebook much at all, and I deactivated my account a week or so ago. I’m downloading my data right now. For more on how to break up with Facebook, read this article. It’s not easy. But leaving is always a process, isn’t it?
I’ve left Facebook before, but this time feels different. I actually left because I got bored with it. By the time I made the decision, I was checking it every two days or so and actually getting irritated when people contacted me there because I don’t check it often enough. In order to stop the contacts on Facebook that were getting missed, I decided I needed to close the door. I am on Instagram as @midlifemoments. It’s the kinder, gentler, non-addictive social media network.
So now I go about my day texting photos to friends and talking to them when they reach out to me or vice versa. I struggle sometimes to figure out how to kill time, but there’s always a way to mindlessly engage with the world. When I’m really bored, I take my dog for a walk or go to bed early and read. I’ve read several books which is something I had long since quit doing. I’m attending a writing conference this weekend, and I hope to meet some other people who spend their time creating instead of browsing.
The Universe has a sense of humor. As soon as I settled in to my healthy relationship with my phone, I got promoted. With the promotion came the requirement that I carry a work phone. I’ve gotten into the habit of stashing my personal phone during the day and only checking it when I go home for lunch or get a break. My work phone has no addictive apps on it, so I’m only focused on work – with the occasional search to see what’s happening in the media circus. No one away from work even has that number.
Life is good. #phonebreakup