There is something about waking up with the sun beating down on one’s face that says, “Get up jack-ass; you’re wasting your life!” I didn’t get out of bed until almost noon today and I think it means that I am in full vacation mode. Just at that moment where I start to completely give in to just enjoying myself I made the cardinal mistake — check my phone.
Just like that I’m back in a world of emails and responsibilities, twitter posts, and sports updates. The devil on my right shoulder urges me to stay in bed, continue to procrastinate, and enjoy today at the expense of tomorrow. The pragmatist in me urges me to stop communicating with the devil.
But what is one to do in the world of the eternally plugged in? I wonder how possible it is for one (okay, me) to really unplug from the matrix and just enjoy a day of nothing that begins in the afternoon. Even if I were to turn off my phone, I would get just some techy form of phantom limb syndrome and feel my phone
vibrating in my head. I’m not at the level of needing to go to rehab, but if I don’t check my work email fifty times a day I don’t know what to do. (For the record, checking and responding are two very different things).
This time next week I won’t be able to stay in bed all day. When people ask me how my vacation was, none of them will want to hear that I was obsessed with checking Facebook, or responding to texts, or doing work that is clearly not an emergency.
So I’m going to work harder on being truly unplugged when I’m supposed to be. Disengaging is healthy and the world will not end if I’m slow to an email or don’t post my seventh edition of #30BlogsIn30Days until later in the evening. In fact, if I allow myself to have an experience with who or what is in front of me, then maybe when I reconnect I’ll have something better to say.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to check my e-calendar for a time when I can turn my phone off.