How many of us, if we had to give up our smart phone for a day — perhaps a weekend — could really, truly give it up?
I ponder this as I see people driving down a busy city street, or worse — I-90 — while texting or scrolling through a social media app. I wonder about it when I attend meetings and discover smart phones within a hand’s reach of leaders who should be attentive to the business at hand.
Even looking around in a restaurant these days, you are more likely than not to find people disengaged from conversation with family because their mini computer is just so much more exciting.
Is it really?
For the past several months, I’ve been experimenting with smartphone separation. It began with removing the Facebook app from my phone. Realistically, that app sucked up more of my free moments than I care to count.
The first week and a half was easy and oh, so enjoyable — and I accomplished things! I read a book, progressed on a needlework project and made a Shutterfly book on my visit to Crailsheim. My smartphone wasn’t entirely idle. I periodically checked email, took a bunch of pictures and some videos on a day trip, and tried not to let too many hours pass before making my move in Words With Friends.
Though I eventually reinstalled the social media app, I’ve learned I can live without it. I may miss wishing someone a happy birthday, or not see photos of my adorable little great-niece and nephews in their Halloween costumes until days after the post was made, but that’s OK. I mean, I did read another book this week.
My bookshelf is beyond overflowing (I’m seriously considering adding a second one to my little house), and my supply of fabric, thread and hardanger patterns is not getting any smaller, unfortunately.
So my smartphone, well, that can just stay out of arm’s reach on the weekends for the next couple of months. I have more important things to do.