It was an eerie feeling as I pulled out of the church parking lot enroute to the post office that was just over 250 yards away. Yes, I could have walked it, but sometimes the bulk of what is in store for me justifies the short drive.
On this day though, I left the parking lot knowing that my cell phone was still on my desk in my office. It would only take 23 seconds—maybe a full half minute if the lock was being ornery—to go back in and retrieve my phone. Let me explain that it is really not a cell phone. It is a smart phone complete with email and internet, GPS, maps, and even an electronic Bible. All my contacts ore on it.
Well, I did not go back for it. I pressed forward towards my goal. I retrieved my mail and with all dispatch returned to my office. The entire trip took 4 minutes and 46 seconds. During that time nothing catastrophic occurred.
The world was able to exist without having continual access to me.
Next week, I might even try to go for a full five minutes without my phone. For now, I am going to take one of those pictures of myself at arm’s length so you can see how far my tongue is stuck into my cheek.
Stay tuned for the continuing saga of life without wired connections…