The Day The iPhone Died

Bye, bye Miss American Pie. Why did this song pop into my head the day my iphone died?

Because..."Apple" pie, of course. ;)

I am horribly embarrassed by my rush to the AT&T store—to buy the new iPhone that I was waiting to purchase until my available upgrade date arrived. But at that moment, I was willing to dive the distance and pay whatever the price, to replace what felt like an amputated limb.

The store was closing at 7PM and I arrived at 6:15PM to find a note on the door. Due to social distancing, there was a one customer per one associate order. As I peered through the glass doors; it was clear the transaction taking place was going to take much longer than the 45 minutes I would have to wait. Full disclosure: I considered it...and waited 20 minutes.

Then it hit me, the insanity of it all. I have two other people living in my home with working iPhones and I am freaking out, thinking I can't live a night without mine? Talk about unhealthy attachments...I am attached to an iPhone.

Sobering.

There are so many other things that I can pay attention to that are living and breathing right in front of me! Like my son swimming in the pool yelling, "mom watch this," every 2 minutes. I had nothing to look up from...so I was watching. Not only was I watching, but he had my undivided attention. The, "mom watch," stopped. I was seeing him.

Those texts and emails could wait until he was ready to come in—and I could check them on my MacBook later. I didn't need to post a picture of him swimming on my Instagram story to prove it happened, I was there with him in that moment. That memory in my mind of how happy he was that I was just sitting there watching him with no distractions was enough. It was enough for him—and it was more than enough motivation for me...to check myself.

So, I am thankful for the day my iPhone died...and I think it may need to die much more often.

XO,

C