Empty hands
A full mind
Full hands
Empty mind
I really must put it down, and yet
I type another line of rhyme and tell myself
In a minute …
*It’s a difficult thing, this phone addiction. Mostly because I’m not actually addicted to my phone, I just use it for everything:
It is my word processor
My scanner
My office software – when I’m away
My bank
My weather
My socials
My email
My fitness coach
My stopwatch
My encyclopaedia
My books
My music
My magazines
My newspapers
My shop
My parcel tracker
My diary and calendar
My reminder
My booking agent for tickets and hotels
My wallet
My camera
My photo album
My notebook
My messenger
My voice recorder
My, oh phone!
The list goes on and on
And yet my favourite thing to do with it is to write poetry. My notes are full of jotted moments, and like my photos, they instantly take me to a moment in time when I read them.
I write all of my blog posts, yes, even the long ones, on my phone. Due to the extensive list of utilities for which I use it, I’ve given up giving up my phone.
But I do appreciate the sensation of empty hands these days. I just have to ensure my head is empty first.
I do use the focus capabilities of the iPhone to ensure that only selective callers can get through at certain times of the day. Otherwise nothing would get done, and I have limits on social media as well, which although easy to override – still ensure I am aware of how much time I’m spending on that ridiculous endless scrolling.
How do you use your phone? What constraints do you set and use to control the the usage?
And another post about the addictive qualities of our devices:
