The other day I went to the beach for a couple of hours. Stopped at the store. Went home. Somewhere along the way I realized that I didn’t have my cell phone with me. I realized it with a brief thought that came and went with no concern.
Hallelujiah! I have detached from my cell phone!
When my boys were active in their addiction, I might as well have had that phone sewn onto my skin; I never let it leave my hands. I was too worried I’d miss some all-important call. Every call and every text seemed to carry life-and-death potential. Of course I was exaggerating the urgency of it all, but clearly I wasn’t in control
Anyone else need a cell phone-ectomy? Try it one day. Tell it how much you care, and then leave it home. Detaching with love.