we were about five miles from home, on our way to dallas when i reached down into my purse to grab my phone. when i didn’t find it right away, i took out my planner. then my wallet. then my makeup bag. still no phone. tripp saw the panicked look on my face and asked what i was looking for.
once i was sure that was phone was nowhere to be found, tripp told me that it would at least another ten miles before we could get off the turnpike to turn back around. considering how much time that would take and how bad the traffic to dallas would be, i took a big, deep breath. then i told tripp that it was ok. that i could live without it.
as i pondered what the weekend would look like without my phone, i sort of came to terms with having no real access to social media. i even embraced the idea of having a ‘hands free’ weekend and even started thinking ahead to a blog post telling you how i lived without my iphone and instagram for one whole weekend.
spoiler alert:::this is not that post.
i found my phone friday night as we were getting ready to go out to dinner. it was tucked into the side pocket of my overnight bag in between my hairbrush and super magnifying mirror.
it’s no secret that i love capturing the joy and magic in my ordinary life through photography. to that end, my iphone is wonderfully handy, portable, lightweight little piece of technology that allows me to do just that when i am out and about. and furthermore it should come as no surprise that i love sharing my passion for photography with like-minded friends. which is exactly what instagram is for me.
i was mostly joking when i was telling my parents that i about had a heart attack at the thought of not having my phone all weekend. but i don’t know….this weekend…it sort of gave me pause to think about the space that social media takes up in my life.
i don’t really have any neat and tidy thoughts with which to wrap up this post….it’s just mostly me thinking out loud. and i’d truly love to hear your thoughts on the matter.