A HOLIDAY WITHOUT MY PHONE – SAY WHAT NOW?
Last Thursday I did the unthinkable. Something so unimaginable that the mere thought sends me into a panic.
I left for a short break in Townsville and left my phone at home.
Phone. At. Home. And I was heading to far north QLD.
As we pulled out of the driveway I thought to myself “do I have my phone?”. Of course I had it! I’m a mother who packed every other bloody persons bags and toys and other necessary crap – of course I had my phone. As if I would forget it. That was until I got through security at the airport and wanted to take a quick snap of the kids and made the horrific discovery of no phone. No phone! We were boarding in less than 5 mins.
Panic set in.
My heartbeat actually quickened and I had that feeling of dread. Even though it was -1º, there were beads of sweat on my forehead. I went back out through security and ran as fast as I could out to the car in the mere hope that my phone would be there.
It wasn’t. Immediately I thought of all the things I was going to miss out on in the world of Facebook and Instagram. I know that sounds like such a first world problem, but for a blogger and social media manager this is a nightmare. A real life nightmare. I had plans and needed my phone. I thought I would be sick.
I ran back into the airport just as we were boarding. I would have to leave without it. There could very well have been tears if there wasn’t a packed departure lounge. I felt like my arm had been chopped off. Dad thought this was hilarious and embarked on a series of jokes and questions; “Holy heck! How will you cope?”, “Oh no not the phone Fleur!”, “Here you can borrow mine to make a phone call” (he was actually laughing at this one, knowing that all his phone is good for is a phone call!).
We landed in Sydney and Dad was quick off the mark “Missing your phone yet Fleur?”. I could have punched him fair in the nose. Just shut up already.
I grabbed The Mr’s phone and quickly downloaded Facebook and Instagram (as weird as this is, he isn’t even on Facebook or Instagram – he just doesn’t get social media), signed in and had a quick scroll. My nerves calmed somewhat. Everything was ok.
We got to Townsville 9 hours later and I had somehow survived the day and three flights without my phone.
I spent the next 3 days enjoying time with my extended family, playing with the kids, walking along the beach, eating and drinking and watching my younger brother wed his one true love. I even had time to start and finish a whole book – imagine that! And it was great.
The only time I really missed my phone was when I wanted to take photos and had to borrow The Mr’s phone. And by the time he got it out of his pocket the moment would be gone. And just before bed, you know when you say you are going to bed but what you really mean is I am going to be to scroll on my phone for a hour and then sleep. The rest of the time, I think I did ok. I actually enjoyed not being able to check emails, enjoyed the silence of it not beeping and ringing with every bloody notification, I enjoyed that for a few days I was uncontactable. The detox was good.
I would sneak in a quick scroll of Facebook and Instagram with The Mr’s phone but he would quickly ask for his phone back – he knew that me leaving my phone at home would be good for me. A good chance to unplug and have a digital detox from the world of social media, even though my work revolves it.
By Monday, the missing phone wasn’t even a problem. The detox worked. Until I arrived home, ran in to find the phone only to discover that it was dead flat. You know that 10 or so minutes it takes just to get a tiny bit of charge – it took forever!!! As soon as that screen lit up, I was on it. Scrolling, clicking, double tapping and pinching that screen like a mad woman.
Detox was over.
Are you crazy about your phone too? Ever had a unintentional digital detox?
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