Bottom line: I may be in a funk, but I can't be for long because there are too many things in my life to be excited about.
One of my twitfolk posted a tweet that mentioned they couldn't find their iPhone and they weren't upset about it. Reminded me of...
Story time boys and girls...
I got my first phone in 2003. I've had a new phone every calendar year since then. Fear not, one day I'm sure I'll feel obliged to share what each one of those phones were. But I won't bore you today.
In the summer of 2007 I had a phone that I'd wanted for so long. A Motorola SLVR
I also had a job that involved me spending the workday outside. All day -- riding around in a pickup truck (one day we'll also discuss my LOVE of pickup trucks). I was in and out of the truck, climbing up on it, around it, on trees and poles all day. After one of my escapades, I got back in the truck and realized I didn't have my phone. It had fallen out of it's holster (something that happened a lot -- I'd told myself I needed to go find a better holster for it). I panicked. I drove back to every place I'd stopped searching frantically for it. I couldn't breathe -- I could only imagine all the text messages and pictures and videos and EVERYTHING I'd just lost...
I drove straight home to report the phone stolen. I went back to work, still panicking inside.
It was a Friday afternoon, so the fastest a phone would get to me was Monday. How would I stay in touch between Friday and Monday, I wondered.
When it was all said and done, those were the best 2.5 days of my life. Once I got over the shock of not having a phone, I was able to relax. No phone calls, no text messages.... nothing. I went to bed earlier, I got plenty of rest and I felt liberated...
Recently I repeated this -- I turned my phone off, laid it on my bed and didn't touch it for a week. The first couple of days were odd, but then I got used to going to bed a realistic times and not having the stress of everyone else's life on mine. It was BEAUTIFUL. Maybe another break is what the Dr's ordering right now.
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Don't, I repeat "DON'T" allow your friends or anyone else to still your joy/stress you out. I know it's easier said than done, but I bet when you look at the BIG picture, you're probably lingering on it "way" to long while they've already moved on, if they've even given "it" a second thought. As far as the cell phone thing, I often leave it on silent and check when I "feel" like it. It's up to us what we allow to consume our lives. "cell phones, friendships, drama, etc....
Love and blessings for more peaceful days!
Free Spirit
Girl that was me last week.....just anti-social & stressed like you wouldn't believe.
I'm still enjoying my break from the girls..but hanging out with fam and ppl i dont usually chill with. I dont have the phone problem...everyone knows that I'm not a phone person..txt or be ignored..occasionally I'll pick up occasionally.....
My solution- enjoy the solitude and treat yourself to something nice..a pedi..a bottle of wine..a new outfit..new book...a new something lollll...
Hi there!!
I have enforced a policy where I only accept personal calls on certain days and certain times of the evening. If anyone calls me, they will hear a greeting that informs all callers "I am sorry but I can't speak with you right now. If this matter is of a personal nature, I will be returning calls on Wednesday from 7:00 PM - 10:00 PM".
Yes....I did that!
We have to let people know what our boundaries are because they think that just because you have a cell means that they can all any hour of the day or night and you will answer. Now my friends know that I won't answer any personal calls. If they try to block their number and call me to see if I'll answer, I explain to them that I don't appreciate deceitful games!
We need to value our serenity and seek balance in our lives... that requires that we set clear boundaries about our availability to others in our personal time.
I dream of Ford F-150's...and Nissan Titans.
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