Cellaphobia

My cell pone has been a permanent attachment to my body since I turned 14, got my license, and a car. Dad and Mom found it very valuable to be able to call me and tell me to get my butt home.

Through high school, college, and most of my adult life I've been just one touch away from everyone I know, except for this past 6 months or so.

When Mom got sick, my cell phone became more than a contact device, it was a device that delivered all news, good and bad, and even though i was 1500 miles away I wasn't going to chance NOT being there for her, so every time I left the room, my cell phone did too. Most mornings I'd head to my phone to see if Mom had texted good morning, or I would text her to see how she was feeling, before my shower even. Now, I walk out the door and jam it in my pocket without even looking at it? What a change.

So, don't feel bad if I don't answer, just know, that I don't look at it much any more - proof of this came with my dear friend Liz this week, and our ability to play phone tag for 6 whole days before we heard each other's voice in any way other than voice mail.

Usually this is where I promise to be better about it, but I don't know that will happen. I kind of like being not as "connected" as I used to be. I still talk to people, don't get me wrong, I just don't have it glued to my body like I used to.

Weird how life changes hand you different habits all together.