Last night was been difficult. And the truth is, I’m still struggling.
Not just with the fact my phone has been stolen but realizing the degree to which I became completely unhinged upon learning it was taken. My hands were shaking, I couldn’t focus or think. I called my husband sobbing, asking him to help me use the “Find My iPhone” utility I had installed somewhere but had no idea how to actually use. (The irony of that last part is just hilarious)
I had literally fallen in love with that thing.
As I crawled into bed, exhausted and still an emotional wreck, I needed to give myself a hard slap in the form of a reality check.
My husband still loves me and is safe.
My kids are healthy and still safe.
The world has, in fact, not come to an end.
I’m embarrassed to admit how horrifically out of balance my priorities had become. Yes, it is a cool phone but it’s still just a phone. And as much as I hated my Blackberry, it’s still capable of performing basic functions it’ll do until we can afford another iPhone.
I’d love to start a support group for those of us who’ve either lost or had our phones taken. Perhaps some sort of 12-step recovery program to help get our lives back on track. (And former Blackberry users would get extra therapy since we’ve been exposed to the knowledge phones can actually do more than dial and receive email)
Feel free to share coping strategies…