So, yesterday my hard drive crashed. As in, my computer died. I’m trying really hard not to panic right now because if I think about the fact that I could possibly lose all of my pictures (which I stupidly didn’t back up) I will cry for a month. Everyone cross your fingers that the Geek Squad can find my pictures for me. There were some good ones of itty bitty Harry on there.
Which brings me to my point. Technology. Good? Bad? Today I’m kind of not talking to technology. We’re not having a good day. My baby monitor’s speaker blew out this week too. Technology 2, Mallory 0.
But man, is it useful. I carry around an iPhone. No bigger than my palm, but it puts me in contact with anyone at any time, via voice, video, text, social media, etc. I can access the internet anywhere with a signal (which seems to be everywhere by my house). I can watch movies, listen to music, even play games with people who aren’t around. The camera on my phone is better than my first digital camera, and I put that baby through the ringer. I really do love my phone.
But I also hate it. Anyone, at anytime can try to get ahold of me. And then get mad when I don’t answer. I can access the internet anywhere, making it too easy to google something instead of dreaming and trying to figure out the answer myself. I can tune out, watching movies, listening to music, playing games with people – while ignoring the people around me. It’s a double edged sword this phone, and we have to be careful of it.
With the current state of things in my home, I’ve been more and more aware of my (and others) phone use. I am really trying to be present, and turn off my phone. Put it away. But as I’m doing so, I’m realizing there is a little something tugging at my fingers – and it goes by the name of addiction. I am always looking for my phone, making sure I’m never far from it. Even when I don’t need it, I feel like it should be next to me. I always feel like I could be doing something on my phone. And I’m sick of it.
So I’m leaving it behind more and more. Bringing the real camera, being okay with the fact that people might text me and I won’t text back, possibly for hours. It’s good for my health. It’s great for my relationships.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my phone. I love that Harry can SEE his Papa when he’s half way around the world. But it’s no longer a pivotal player in my daily life. So there. Anyone else want to join me in shutting down a little more often? Maybe you’ll open your eyes and see a gorgeous beach with a cute baby and a handsome husband. Who knows what you’ll see.