'Ph-aked'... Ph(one) - (n)aked! Leaving home without it.
I'm coining a new term "Phaked" (sounds like 'Naked' with the 'F' sound beginning), or I've missed it being used before. Or it doesn't matter and is a moot point. In any case, I'm using this to describe what has been an interesting thought process with me lately.
Recently, on several trips into town to pick up groceries or art supplies, why else would I go into town (?), I've left my phone at home, not intending to. Reason is that my studio is about 100 yds away from my apartment, and I often head to the studio without the phone on purpose. More about that in a second...
A side thought... Remember when you had a phone wired into a wall? I don't have one anymore. I used to talk to my other artist friends, who were full time artists painting in their studios, about the use of the phone during painting hours. Many of us had one of those ancient contraptions called an 'answering machine', a little box into with which you could *deflect interruptions (phone calls) in order to keep the concentration on an even keel while plying away the hours at the easel. We turned those answering machines on, put the 'ringer' on silent, and had beautiful quiet time while painting! I made it perfectly clear to everyone I could, that if you called me during my painting hours, you wouldn't get me, you would get my answering machine, so please leave a message. I had an exemption from the rule for family members of course, or a call meeting set up ahead of time.
*I had a hard time sticking to the rule, but any little bit helped.
This was a necessary workplace rule if we wanted to get any painting time in with any resemblance to a fluid train of thought for the hours we had, to spend in our studios.
Back to the leaving home without the iPhone... Because I occasionally depart the studio on my way into town without stopping at the apartment to grab the iPhone, I was noticing that when this happened, I felt this sudden sense of anxiety, an urgency, a feeling like I just did something that is going to cause me to feel completely exposed and helpless. I felt NAKED! It was terrible, how could I function without it? When at a red light, when in the grocery store, at the lunch establishment, in the art supply store???!!! OMG... I wasn't sure I didn't need treatment... maybe I do?
I was Phone Naked... PHAKED!!!
Feeling like that freaked me out. I thought about it and decided that what was really freaky, was feeling freaky over feeling freaky about leaving the freaking iPhone at home!!! I made a decision at that point...
Think about it, it wasn't more 10 years ago when almost no one had a small portable phone with them at all times, maybe less. We survived. I understand the benefit to parents with kids for whom the phones are valuable, and for people who work from the phone while away from home, and others.
Personally, I hate being a slave to anything, like this computer, or my iPhone.
I've decided that I am going to leave home without it more often. And that it will not come into my studio, unless I have a pre-arranged phone meeting to keep. (Yes, my fingers are tingly... palpitating breaths at the thought of it.)
Since doing this a few times, I am breathing easier, taking deep, fully cleansing breaths more often. I have seen that life does go on without a phone in my pocket or hand at all times. I sit in restaurants without it and notice what's going on around me, see tables of friends who don't even look up at each other, they're all on their phones. This is not a good thing.
I am a phone addict... I now choose not to be. GET PHAKED!!!
That's all I'm saying about it. ;-)