It's been a few days now, and I don't miss the beeps and buzzes and dings. Really and truly. When I had one before, people expected instant responses... and more and more over the past year, I had been making myself instantly available. But, really... I am not that person. I hated keeping my phone at my side. When I couldn't find the damn thing (middle aged mom brain, where you set something down for a second and can't for the life of you remember where you put it) it made me feel a bit anxious... always needing to know where I put my phone and was it charged and did I miss something or need to reply to someone. Eeeek! Kill me now!
All that said and my new sense of relief in not having a smartphone (or any cell phone or regular phone at the moment), I think I should have one.
I did one of those fun map thingies this morning. And, no, this isn't some wild tangent. Wait for it.
Before kids, I would throw caution to the wind: toss my stuff in the car, grab my dog, and take off. I mostly had a regular cell phone with me, but I had maps in the car and if I was traveling for work, I would make my reservations and have maps printed before I left (along with my schedules).
With kids... I recall being stranded on the side of a road with babies... and a blown engine... I really wished I'd had a smartphone. It would have saved many many hours and whole lot of tears. I can't take the chance anymore. I can't throw caution to the wind. Blah. No matter how much I want to... I can't.
Although I think I will turn off notifications with my new phone. There will be fewer apps installed. I won't be instantly available in this now, now, now world. Sorry - that's just not going to happen. I might misplace my phone for days and find it at the bottom of a laundry basket. I might not see your text for a week. I might not check voicemail for a month... and that's just going to have to be fine.
I will have Instagram again and I will be able to search for tow trucks and hotels if and when needed.