My iPhone died. I never saw it coming. One minute it was fine and the next – the black screen of death. No amount of begging, pleading or wishing would bring it back last night.
All night I tossed and turned worrying about my life line. What would I do? How would i get anything done? How would anyone reach me? I had an early flight for a speech so the Apple store was out of the question. I left it behind with Charlie the Wonder Husband to try to work his techie magic.
I felt strangely light leaving the house, as if a tether had been released. On the way to the airport I probably paid more attention to the road and cars around me than I have in a long, long time. Standing in line to check a bag and books, I had to entertain myself by watching people and actually engaging in pleasant conversations with other humans in the line. We smiled, we talked, we laughed. And, there was one less thing to worry about in the security line. Once at the gate, I was able to email on the iPad (and write this blog), letting people know here I was and how best to communicate with me until the crisis is solved.
Crisis? Is that the correct word? I don’t think so. I haven’t talked much for hours, I’ve had a ball people watching, I’m oddly relaxed and I have been extremely productive this morning.
I do want my phone back. Eventually.
However, I think I’ll start leaving it behind occasionally. I’ve realized I don’t need it as bad as I thought.
Oh and you can always email me at dayna@daynasteele.com, get me on Twitter @daynasteele or leave a message on Facebook. It’s not like I am that disconnected….
PS: Got the phone back before I had a chance to post this. Apparently when you have 76 apps open, it will shut down your iPhone. Oh.
