It’s Friday morning. 4:27am. My alarm has gone off and my iPhone has automatically updated overnight, asking me to install a password. In the dark. With no coffee. The audacity. I type in what I think is a familiar code. I throw my work clothes on while I simultaneously brush my teeth and rub deodorant under my arms. Still half asleep and obviously, still no coffee. My hair is now in a bun on top of my head and I’m stuffing my swollen feet into work shoes while my Keurig brews my sanity.
I pull in to work. Enter my passcode to text my husband. “Please try again.” Very slowly, I retype my passcode. Please renter passcode. Annoyed… I VERY carefully enter the passcode. Disabled. Try in 5 mins. Let’s just fast forward an hour through frustration and choice words until I’m just completely locked out of my phone. Well sh*t.
It’s not a great feeling being disconnected from the ones you love and rely on every day. But the biggest relief came from my husband. Something so silly became so big. Him handing me his phone. Such a simple gesture. But in a 1000 ways it made me never want my phone back. In today’s tech world, knowing I found someone who will hand me his phone without blinking an eye… makes me think we should “disconnect” more often. ❤️
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