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Wednesday, 16 May 2018

My Mobile Detox

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I'm the first to admit that I'm well and truly addicted to my phone. But, I mean, aren't we all?

A few weeks ago, my beloved iPhone 5 started having issues. It was running slow, I couldn't update anything (an issue with an apple id, not the phone), and then one day I heard a pop while I was holding it. I thought it was the plastic case at the time, but, later that night I noticed that the screen had come away from the rest of the phone at the top. Paul's been telling me to get a new phone for years now, so he was pleased that I was finally going to have to bite the bullet and get a new one.

I kept on using it for a few days, being very careful, because apart from the screen thing it seemed to be working fine. Until it wasn't. A week or so after the screen popped, it restarted it's self.  I assumed it was because it needed updated or something along those lines, but no. That night it started doing it every half hour. At one point, it was just a constant loop of it never actually turning back on. It was dying, slowing dying on the table, and all I could do was try and save my pictures before it crashed completely.

It did stay on for days after that, and I'm sure it would still turn on now, if I tried, but it was essentially useless. If I made a call, it would turn off. If I went online, it would turn off. I could text, but if I did it for too long, it would turn off. You get the idea.

I'm someone who constantly has her phone in her hand, I carry it around with me everywhere, - I'm talking from room to room. So being without one for a few days before having to go and buy a new one, was very interesting. While the thought of it initially was horrifying, it was actually a new experience that I've learned quite a lot from. I understand that sounds rather dramatic to some, but I've had a phone since I was in Primary School, so the addiction is real!

~ Lessons Learned ~

The first thing I noticed was how often I'd go to pick my phone up throughout the day. The first day was definitely the worst because I kept forgetting it was broken. I'd pick it up for absolutely anything, to check the time, to check my emails, to look for something online, to note something down, and so many more things on top of that. Which is all crazy in it's self because I'd probably be sitting on my laptop at the time too. I make a conscious effort now to not do this. Some days I do, but I'm so much better than I was before -and funnily enough, I get more done in the day!

Carrying it around was another big thing. I was so used to taking it from room to room with me, even into the garden when I'd go out to hand up some washing. Because I couldn't use it, I just left it on the coffee table, on the sideboard, it didn't really matter where it was. Everyone new it was broken, so no one was going to call or text. This is the thing I've improved on the most! I don't carry the phone around with me now. I don't take it from room to room, I don't take it with me if I'm going to hang out washing, or to take rubbish to the bins outside, and it's actually such a good feeling. I think I did it mostly out of habit, but after a few days of not doing it, there was no real actual reason to start again.

Having that constant need to always know what everyone else is doing. Having to watch all the Instastories, just in case you're missing something. It's something I'm definitely guilty of, but again, I think it's out of habit, and in a big way part of life in this social media age. But seeing as I didn't have a working phone, I couldn't just pick it up and scroll through my feed. I obviously still do this now I have a phone again, I'm not going to pretend that I don't anymore. But It's not because I have the feeling that I constantly have to. It's now because I want to, instead. It's also not as often, and if I've missed things, or I'm late seeing something - who cares!

The biggest thing that came from my mobile free weekend, was a feeling of relief. My phone has been in my hand for so many years that it became a cause of anxiety for me. If I didn't know where it was, I'd panic. If I checked a pocket where I thought it was, and it wasn't there, the feeling I'd get was awful, until I'd then realised I'd put it in my bag. The thought of being without it made me so uncomfortable. There was a time my brother took my phone to work instead of his own, by accident. I don't drive, so jumped on a bus to go get it from him because there was no way I could wait until he was home. The whole journey I felt so uncomfortable. I couldn't check the time, I couldn't contact anyone, I genuinely didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't like that feeling, and I thought it's how I'd feel this time. But there was something different about it, and instead of sheer panic and stress, it was kind of nice in a way.

I'm not saying that I'm completely cured of my phone addiction, I truthfully don't think I ever will be. But I've learned to be a little less obsessive with it, I don't need it on my person at all times, nothing bad is going to happen if I don't see a text or notification straight away, and I know know that I can actually function without out one if need be. I'm going to do my best to keep up these habits.








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