For those who keep up with my musings, I think you'll recall a couple of months back, to the day I shattered the face of my cell phone. I wrote a whole spiel on it.
Well, my sticky fingers didn't stop there.
Two weekends ago, October 7th to be exact, my shattered cell was inadvertently dropped inside my dog's water bowl. Immediately, we picked it up, dried it, and dunked it in rice overnight.
But to no avail.
My cell phone was gone and there was nothing I could do, that would bring it back.
I'm up for an upgrade, which in itself is music to my ears. So I reached for my laptop and researched the latest and greatest in Apple's world. And although I had heard rumors of the new 10—also know as the X—coming out, I really hadn't paid much attention, until now. My mind was blown by what I was reading and in full force of what would come. The more I read the more intrigued I became with this slick, new baby.
And then I read it!
The release date for pre-orders, on the new X, wouldn't become effective until October 27th.
I remember sitting back on my chair thinking, "Wow, waiting means [weeks] without a phone."
I knew it wouldn't be easy, but it was a challenge I was willing to take. After all, I wasn't about to waste my upgrade on anything less.
It's been two weeks now.
I haven't had a cell for almost 14 days and wouldn't you know, I'm still alive.
They say it takes 21 days to break a habit, [insert Texas accent] "Well gosh darn it, I'm almost there."
What have I learned so far?
I've learned that cell phones are nothing more than worldly obsessions.
I've learned that it's ok to put my phone down when I'm at home, at dinner, or anywhere else—something I didn't do before.
I've learned that carrying a cell, even to the bathroom, was a bit much—something I used to do.
I've learned to live without one, if I needed to.