I know what you are thinking... and no, the title of this post has nothing to do with the song that I have heard 1.2 million times in the last year. Although, ironically, I did loose my phone shortly after it was played...
What am I talking about? The actual, physical reality of being disconnected.
I lost my phone in the Philippines. I KNOW. Not only did I loose (read had stolen perhaps) my phone and then have to live, I lost my phone and left the country I lost it in the following day. Not only did I leave the country, but I left on a flight that was nearly 13 hours long and had NO in flight entertainment... I KNOW! I'm not going to pretend I didn't cry a little... because I did. Not necessarily over the phone, the phone is just a thing, it can and will be replaced, but over the fact that a months worth of photos from all my travels are now gone... just like that. Poof.
Even now that thought pings my heart in a terribly achy way.
However, the upside to this, if I so choose to see it (and I do) is that not having a phone is kind of nice... I mean, sure, it makes things like getting a hold of people a bit difficult and I am pretty sure my mother may think I'm dead- Hey mom, I'm good, arrived home safe, just no way of contacting the outside world apart from email- but outside of that I like not reaching for the little piece of metal that sits next to 98.9% of human beings EVERYWHERE we go.
There is this calm feeling of knowing that I don't have social media to check... I have no one to respond to at ALL times because I am simply not available at ALL times.
While on tour I sat in the bar of a lovely hotel chatting to the most lovely man sipping on a ridiculously lovely tequila cocktail. He and I were chatting about life and family, work and relaxation, the ying and yang of living if you will... He mentioned that he had a dog, to which I responded, "photo please!" and he laughed and said, "hold on a minute" He patted his pockets for his phone and pulled out (I shit you not) a tiny Nokia brick phone! The likes of which you have not see since the early 2000s. In that moment that man became my hero. "My phone is just a phone... you can't email me and expect an immediate response; if you need something that urgently call me. And do you know what's funny? It makes most people realize they can figure things out themselves or they don't actually need my opinion or permission at all".
How true is that!? Most things can wait... we don't need to be reachable 120% of the day. Social media can have a break every now and again (as I saw once in a window, "If you die, how many of your instagram followers will attend your funeral?" Morbid? Sure... but also SO SO SO true!).
By being 'disconnected' from my phone, I have found myself being more connected to the moment I am in... and that my friends is well worth it (though I do miss instagram... I can't lie).
Have you ever taken a break from your phone or social media? What happened? Did you loose followers? Did your world fall apart? My guess is that you survived and I would love to hear the tale.
Such love to you all.