How an addict quit her phone
+ never regrets the peace.
It all started by leaving my phone in the other room for the entire morning. And since my mornings are a slow rolling time to ease into the day — usually they are a peaceful unfurling lasting from 5am to 10am (or so) for journaling, prayer, meditation, watching the sunrise, reading, writing, two cups of coffee, and plenty of water — that means for my first five hours of consciousness, I'm totally unplugged. I don’t even want the electronics near me. I want to know my energy is entirely of my own choosing. I have no problem existing inside the silent space of love, gratitude, joy, and peace, all on my own. (I have known what life was without this ecstatic luxury and I will never, ever go back). I don’t miss anything. I don’t need anything. And I do not reach for anything except coffee and bliss.
The thing about ditching my phone is that it’s glorious — but it wasn’t at first. What about knowing the weather? And my horoscope? What…