Last semptember, I was walking on the beach, and the sun was incredible, the sea was beautiful, and I got carried away by the love pouring out from nature.
It was about 7 am and the sun seemed to be closer to me than ever. I took some pictures with my smartphone, prayed a littl bit while contemplating the ocean and all that beauty and came back home, walking alone the beach, listening to my favorite tunes.
Then I seated in front of the sea, still listening to the music, I wanted enter the ocean AND listen to the music at the same time. I thought: “Wouldn’t be wonderful if I could have a sea bath listening to the music on my phone?”
It would. But I shouldn’t. Yet, I thought, after a while: “Wait a minute. I CAN! Here is the phone,playing the music, and there is the sea, and here I am, with both.” Then, I thought I knew that sea very well and the tide was not that high, and I could be in the water without having to submerge my head — I could keep it above the sea level.
There I went, happy for having such a brillant idea. I could. I definetely could do it. I had it all.
I enjoyed about three minutes in the water, then a big wave came and I had to dive. I would be carried away by it anyway, so I prefered to dive quickly, under the wave, that’s the secret not to be carried by it. I looked to my phone. It was fine, still playing music. I was shaking it when another wave came. And we had to dive again.
Then, my phone stopped. It flashed and turned off. I tried to open it, take the battery off, and there was a green creamy stuffy around the battery plug. Didn’t seem nice. It was dead and over.
Besides understanding it was a very stupid idea, I also realized I couldn’t buy another smartphone soon. Slowly, it occured to me I’d be without WhatsApp, Email, Camera, Apps, Skype, mobile web, and, more importantly — without Instagram and YouTube.
The first few weeks with this forced phone detox were graysome. I wasn’t happy, I was bored, I was missing things, jobs (remember that I’m a freelancer and need to check my email all the time, because I get notified of new jobs by email), people couldn’t reach me.
I couldn’t take pictures. Of my cats, of the beach, of food. I coulnd’t post pictures on Instagram and I couldn’t scroll down my timeline seeing other people’s pictures while laying on my bed, at night. I couldn’t listen to music while jogging or biking, or watch YouTube videos until 1 am.
That was it. I even couldn’t receive phone calls, because there was no phone.
But that opened a lot of free time and space in my days and nights, and slowly I started to dedicate myself to other activities. I started to study human phisiology (I want to be a healer someday), I could sleep earlier and wake up earlier everyday), I could focus more on my thoughts and — **specially** — on what I wasn’t liking on my real life.
The benefits have been amazing, so I decided not to buy another smartphone and I’m using my old Nokia C300, with a keyboard and no mail. It receives and makes phone calls, has no wifi and a 2MP camera (or worst, I can’t tell).
I’ll buy a new smartphone, but when I have the money for it. Yes, there are drawbacks, but I think I was fooling myself with all that Instagram thing. Social media is great, only when your real life is awesome.
PS: Meanwhile, I got addicted to Pinterest.