I left my cell phone at home today. I realized it when I got to work and was ready to turn on Spotify on my Bluetooth speaker.
I called John from my work phone and he found my missing appendage.
.........
It's just a cell phone.
I do not need it at work... not really.
But...but...I think it may be my security blanket!
The anxiety of not having it, has manifested in a hyper, almost giddy side of me. And although that comes acrost as fun and playful, it is truly only because I feel like I have lost a piece of ME!
Funny how everyone reacts to knowing I have lost it. As though they also understand it is like loosing your emotional support animal. They all give me suggestions, like, "I'll watch your desk, go get it!" or "Can't someone bring it to you?"
The panic I feel in my heart is the same panic I see in their eyes! They know my emotional destress!
I am surviving just fine.
I have made it 3 hours without my phone now, less than two to go before I can retrieve it.
*Update:
I went home for lunch and got my phone. When I got back to work it sat on my desk untouched until I got ready to close up the office.
What I learned from this:
1. Always make sure I have my phone with me when I leave the house.
2.That most people feel the same way I do when it comes to not having their phone with them.
3. I need to memorize important phone numbers. I currently don’t know anyone’s number other than my husband’s. And honestly I had to hope I was right on that one, but I wasn’t 100% sure.
