I do my best thinking while running a treadmill, sitting inside a gym sauna, or at 2 AM, staring at a picture of a sitting bunny, when I should be sleeping.


Funny, it isn't until I reach these pivotal moments—at the gym or early in the morning—when I can remember every single detail, of every little thing I need to do the next day, but in my gut, I know there isn't a chance I will remember it all.

But today's treadmill run got me thinking about the common denominator to all of this madness.

No cell phone. No laptop. No iPad.

No electronics of any type or even social media to distract me when I take time away from it all to exercise or be alone.

Isn't it crazy?

We know the things we have to do, the things that bring peace and serenity into our mind, body and soul, like exercise and quiet time, and yet we're so consumed by worldly disruptions that we voluntarily choose the chaos and the noise instead. 

A few months back, my cell phone battery died during a text conversation at the mall. As I frantically reached into my handbag—where by the way I most always keep my charger—I realized I had forgotten it at home.

My instant reaction was that of an exaggerative 16 year old girl who wanted to die. My adrenaline begin to rise and my mind went into immediate withdrawal mode as if though my life depended on it. 

I wish I could tell you my day—that day—continued as normal and I went about my business, but I can't because that would be a lie. Something in me was chomping at the bit to do the unthinkable ...and the unthinkable I did.

I walked into an Apple store simply to purchase a new charger; a cable I didn't need because my home was filled with so many; but at that very moment, I did not care. I didn't care how much it cost or that I had a handful of chargers at home. And for a brief moment, I had even forgotten what I was doing at the mall.

In my mind, I couldn't fathom a few hours without a phone and that in itself is what makes this story (pathetically) sad.

My guilty conscious—however—could, as it derailed my motives.

I convinced myself that buying an unecessary, expensive charger was the stupidest thing I would do that day and graciously walked out; biting my lip as I told myself that everything would be ok. After all what's a few hours without a cell phone, right?


Why are we so consumed by the things that are so irrelevant to our wellness. We've become so nonchalant to stupidity—somewhat robotic, if you ask me—and that is a scary thing.

Needless to say, I survived my mall fiasco. Mind over matter they say, and that is truly the God honest truth.

Hindsight, I feel stupid even writing about this mini meltdown; a meltdown over a dead cell phone. Imagine that!

Sometimes we need to reevaluate, reboot and possibly reconsider the importance of all things we preach, and I'm no exception. I'm a work in progress and although every day gets better, I have work to do. 

What would you do without a cell phone?