I’ve been forgetting my phone a lot lately. In my car. In the restroom. At my desk. On the bed. Even in the house all together, literally driving away without it and not remembering until I’m halfway down the block. That never used to happen before. It was as if we were one in the past. Everywhere I went my phone was always in my hand. Through heat, hail and high water, we were always together. You know, just in case someone decided to call me, or text me, or tweet me, or Facebook me… you get where I’m going, right?
Nothing could have been more important than a couple of beeps or a vibration in my pocket. Everything stopped when that happened. There I went to see who it was and what they wanted. In all honesty, most of the time it was never anything all that important. You know, the usual “what are you doing?” “where are you?” “hey…” And even still, it was important enough to deserve my complete and utter attention.
Not to say that it is or ever was bad, but these days I find myself looking at my phone very seldomly. It takes some really good chisme to really get me paying attention.
I thought about that this week when I went outside to get my phone from the car for the umpteenth time. And then the next thought that came to mind was this. It’s been a hell of a couple of years in my life. I’ve seen and felt a lot of shit; I’ve grown in ways I never imagined; I’ve seen the people I love deal with some very difficult things; I’ve pushed myself harder than ever before; and at the end of the day, I realize I’m only human, and not being “on” all of the time is more than just okay. It’s healthy. Por eso ahora sí me doy permiso de huevonear 🙂
That may not make any sense, pero yo me entiendo.
Now go and give yourself a break too!