Yesterday I dashed out of the house without my phone and didn't realise until I got half way to Avenues. I panicked and thought about turning back to get it. But my husband was home so if anyone called (school, doctor or UK lottery people) he could answer it. I carried on to coffee, shopping and lunch with the girls.
After the initial shock of not having my phone and feeling like someone had stolen something from me - it started to feel quite liberating. I was not checking to see if anyone called and I hadn't heard it (which so often happens when you have a big bag), I was not missing gossip with the girls due to messaging people back or answering their calls, I was oblivious to the time (I use my phone as a watch) and it was really very nice.
I wasn't even spooked by the thought of having a puncture on the way back and not having my phone to call for help. I just switched off and tuned out for a half day. No calls from the maids, daughter, husband or ...anyone.
Ahhh.. was lovely!
After the initial shock of not having my phone and feeling like someone had stolen something from me - it started to feel quite liberating. I was not checking to see if anyone called and I hadn't heard it (which so often happens when you have a big bag), I was not missing gossip with the girls due to messaging people back or answering their calls, I was oblivious to the time (I use my phone as a watch) and it was really very nice.
I wasn't even spooked by the thought of having a puncture on the way back and not having my phone to call for help. I just switched off and tuned out for a half day. No calls from the maids, daughter, husband or ...anyone.
Ahhh.. was lovely!
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