I don’t know about you, but my phone is my third arm. It goes everywhere with me. It is never more than 5 feet from me at any given time, if even that far. But I think watching how my kids are with their devices and now that Brad and I are rarely texting and never talking it’s a good time to just put it down.
I do need it for work. So I will have it in a place I can easily hear it; like maybe the dining table, but otherwise I’m going to choose to not have it on me anymore.
This will give me less stress and more freedom and a clear hand. All good. This thing should be my slave (so to say); not the other way around. Right?
