The other day at work, just before lunch, my cell phone chirped that the battery was low. I plugged the phone for a charge and got ready to leave for lunch. I then looked at the phone, charging.
It felt strange to leave the phone behind and I wondered: When did that happen?
I was one of the last holdouts of our family to even own a cell phone. I didn’t need one. No one was that important that it couldn’t wait until I got home to talk to them. But I gave in. My husband liked to reach me “whenever” and I did realize that it was nice to be able to contact him when the moment struck.
But why did I feel uncomfortable NOT having my phone with me? It’s not like I use it all the time. I’m the member with the least amount of minutes per month. I’m the member who DOESN’T text. I won’t even answer the phone if I’m driving (holding the phone and shifting don’t mix!). And it wasn’t like I was driving all that far. If something happened, it would have been cold to walk back to work, but I wouldn’t have frozen.
I don’t like the feeling that I have to have that phone with me, but I think it’s too late now. My husband expects me to have it, so I carry it. If it makes him feel better, then I guess that’s good enough for me.
And by the way – I did survive going out to lunch without the phone. No one called anyway!