Death of a Cellphone

en route to Tofino . . . 

Death of a Cellphone

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Two cellphones died on our camping and surfing trip to Tofino, B.C. a few weeks ago.

Dayna’s phone went down dramatically, sacrificially. Dayna was wading in the Pacific, jeans rolled up, to get videos of me attempting to surf.

A larger wave rushed toward her. I screeched, “watch out!” She looked down, saw the wave, turned, tripped and fell, iPhone in hand.

I squelched to her side quick as I could in my sloshing wetsuit, concerned for her technology and her now-sopping clothes. (The Pacific at the 49th parallel in early September ain’t so balmy, y’know?)

We buried the phone in a bag of rice.

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It came back to life two days later, much to Dayna’s relief.

My phone’s demise was less exciting. After taking some photos of the great gorgeous drive across Vancouver Island --- clouds, lakes, ancient trees, mountains, rain, racing streams, twisty roads (see photos) – my cellphone turned a little chilly, fogged up, and quit.

I didn’t think it was forever. She just needed a charge, surely. But the purple car charger failed to bring her back. So did a wall socket on our arrival to Tofino, which by the way was not readily available in our tent, the surrounding rainforest, or the rustic toilets.

My phone never revived.

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She’s been cold and lifeless for fifteen days now. Driving home from paradise --- I mean Tofino --- I assumed I’d purchase another phone immediately. Naturally. Of course. Duh.

But fifteen days have passed, and it’s grown less and less important until I’ve kinda forgotten about it.

I work from home. I coach my clients via Facetime and Skype. The only times I’ve noticed her absence are: one, when I need googlemaps (I could just get a GPS), and two, when I want to keep in touch with my bestie and bros via text.

Otherwise, I don’t miss her.

The silence is expansive.

One less device to keep an eye on. One less source of To-Do’s. One less screen to stare at.

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I’m sure I’ll have to get another phone eventually, maybe even soon. It feels a little irresponsible to be so free.

But much like how quickly I adjust to the simplicity of a few clothes and utensils when camping, I’m in love with my current phoneless existence. Like camping, it’s a bit more work. I have to plan earlier and more concretely because I don’t have a mobile communicative device with me constantly.

But it also leaves more space for my real life to unfold, since I’m present for it, not observing it (or taking a picture of it, or texting about it to someone far away) from behind a screen.

In the last two weeks, I’ve written more pages than the last two months. Coincidence? I think not. There are other factors, sure. But here’s what I see: glowing screens inhibit my creative flow.

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This fall, I’m studying and practicing the ancient Spiritual Disciplines, like prayer, meditation, retreat, silence and solitude, with some others from my church. Yesterday I stumbled on the chapter called “Unplugging”. Yep. Timely. The author, Adele Calhoun, reminded me about technology-addiction and the need for human connection in a “world where people use the Internet an average of 30 hours a week and keep the TV or radio on 7.9 hours a day.”

So I dare you. I dare you to ‘kill’ your phone for a day, a weekend, or even just an evening.

If you’re nervous or feel guilty about it, let people know about the existence of email and facebook messaging as perfectly adequate methods to share their news with you. Seriously though, are you being paid to be constantly available to others, or is that a free service you’re offering?

Turn it off, bury it in a sock drawer. I doubt you’ll mourn for long.

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Gonna take up the kill-my-phone challenge? Maybe with some friends? Awesome! Hey, why not share your experience in the comments below? I’d love to hear YOUR voice in the conversation!

And hey, if you like what you’re hearing/reading here on IntrovertKingdom’s Blog, could you do me a huge favour and share it somewhere on the very social media I’ve been attacking in this podcast? Haha. . . I started Introvert Kingdom on January 5 of 2015, so it’s new and I really appreciate you coming by to listen. I hope what I’m doing is inspiring you to live true to yourself!

All righty – See you next time! And long live the introvert!

<3 Corri

Dayna the happy driver despite the rain . . . the views were too gorgeous to complain.

Dayna the happy driver despite the rain . . . the views were too gorgeous to complain.