I dropped my phone for the second time in as many months in the toilet!

I keep putting my phone in the back pocket of my jeans, you get it, no more explanation necessary. This has created a series of unexpected events in my week. Firstly I found out that it could be as long as 10 days before I get a replacement, having no spare phones laying around and we don’t have a home phone (never used it, got rid of it years ago), I was hit with the reality that I had been cut off!

Don’t get me wrong, I am in no way addicted to my phone, my Dad constantly remarks that I shouldn’t bother owning one because “you never answer the thing”. He makes a good point, if you want to call me between 6am-9am I won’t answer, if you call me between 3pm-9pm, I won’t answer. These hours are dedicated to kids, dogs, domestic duties, homework, after school activities, I could go on and on…..but I won’t. I make a conscious effort to be engaged and connected to my family during these hours, not my phone.

So my first reaction was to send out a desperate “my phone is dead!!” email to family/friends. Subsequently I emailed the kids school explaining that I was not contactable in an emergency and gave the list of alternative people they can reach, wishing I had kept the bloody home phone, what if something happens??

After this is I calmed down, had a very quiet coffee at home by myself and thought it’s all good, I don’t need it! It was at this point I had a weird sense of freedom wash over me, I grabbed the dogs and headed off for a walk, my hippie instinct had kicked in.

The next couple of days went on as normal, a little quieter, but normal. I got a shed load of jobs done that I usually run out of time to do. I read that novel I have been trying to finish for months, my washing pile decreased significantly, I had time just think ahead and not just in the moment.

I did miss being able to talk to my peeps, take photos, listen to my music, l was forced to listed to the ads on the radio while driving (first world problem). I do use my phone to look up recipes, write a million to do lists and I put my thoughts down for future posts.

Having a phone has a place in our lives and always will, but my experience this week has been a VERY nice reminder that unplugging every now and again is important.

Glamor Hippie

 

 

 


I found this and thought I would share:

Hip * ie (noun) /hippee/

A hippie is a person who is comfortable enough with themselves that they do not hold judgements against anyone else. They are usually happy people and tend to try to spread their happiness everywhere they go. A true hippie does not categorize themselves by the way they dress but by the way they act. To be a hippie is to be part of the larger view of peaceful activism.

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