Off the grid…

I did the unthinkable today – I left my phone at home.  It wasn’t purposeful – it was evidence of a lack of thinking (is that un-thinking?).  I realized that I had likely left it when I was about halfway to work and I had a mental flash of it still sitting on the kitchen table.  I had a bit of an immediate panic at the recognition that I was sans phone in my travels out and about in the big world, but not so much that I turned around and went home to get it.  Once at the university and parked, I was able to confirm that I had indeed left my phone at home.

Oh bother.  A whole day without my cell phone.  How would I survive the day? Well having arrived home nine hours later I can tell you that I am not only no worse for the wear, but surprisingly un-scarred by the experience.

I was reminded of something today – something I already knew but that I had let drift off to the peripheral – I don’t need to be on the grid all the time.  While it is true that I do want to be accessible in case the kids or Mike need me – absent a crisis of sorts – it is delightful to be somewhat unreachable.  Not that students, faculty, staff and family couldn’t find me – I certainly wasn’t hiding.  It was that I didn’t feel the obligation to facilitate being found by being attached to my phone.

I was off the grid today and it wasn’t the end of the world as I know it…indeed, it was a refreshing change.  I like the benefits of un-thinking.  I do believe I will be more purposeful in pursuing un-thinking in the future…as unthinkable as that may be. 😉

Day nine hundred and seventy-six of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

About Ms. C

I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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One Response to Off the grid…

  1. Barbara says:

    Oh I love that last paragraph! I used to be the same way with a ringing house phone–running to answer it when I was in the middle of something. We had an answering machine so I have no idea why I felt obligated to darn near break my neck to get to it. How do we let ourselves become hostages like this? I finally just said (aloud) “I’M NOT HOME” whenever that happened. A magic unfettering!

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