I have an addiction to my phone. I’ll admit it. It has become a part of my life that I rely much to heavily on and I have decided I cannot do this anymore. Over the past few weeks, I have slowly been becoming more aware of how dependent I have become on being distracted. I have an irrationally hard time being content without a constant stimulus.
One of the biggest problems I have with being away from my phone is being inaccessible, mostly because I have intense FOMO. I hate missing any chance to hang out with people or go out because I thrive on human interaction. This all comes at a cost when I start to miss out on essential self-care time. Like why clean my room or take a much-needed nap when I can just go out instead?
And to an extent, I’m like heck ya–life is short take every opportunity to explore, but then when I lose that self-reflection time I notice an obvious decline in my general happiness. As much as I like to deny it, I am a control freak and I need time to reorganize my life and thoughts. This is essentially why I started a blog.
Back to the point, I need to detach from my phone.
In order to force myself into self-reflection, I have been taking oddly long drives. I started with taking mini detours that would add ten minutes to my travel time, but now every other Tuesday night I find myself driving for hours.
The best part about driving is that no one can get mad at you for being inaccessible, so I put my phone on airplane mode, blast some Sinatra, and cruise for a few hours. For me, driving is like meditating– I don’t get to that ultimate ohm stage, but I forget about everything besides the road.
It might sound crazy, but I have noticed my general affinity for my phone decrease. That being said, I still have to constantly remind myself to put down my phone and live in the moment. It’s a small start, but it’s a start.
love you alottle,