and I am not referencing the popular Christian book series, although it is a good one, I am talking about my cell phone.
I left it at home....accidentally - forgotten after setting it on my dresser while looking for matching socks (just where does the other one go?) this morning and there it still lies.
I wouldn’t want to leave it behind often, but periodically being without it brings on a freeing feeling - taking me to back-in-the-day when you left home and were out of contact unless you stopped by a friend’s house or used the ever present pay phone that dotted businesses and street corners.
So I walked to the office with a spring in my step, slightly unburdened with the knowing that I was out of contact, unreachable, with the ability to wander around if I so chose - alone and on my own.forced now to need a dumb cell phone
