After The Beep

After not being able to locate my cell phone for an hour this morning, I experienced the following:

• fear of the unknown future
• anxiety about communicating with loved ones
• failure to provide availability
• grief regarding the possible loss of a life line
• anxiety about the end of the world
• an incessant need to pee but not wanting to take the precious time to do so lest someone try to contact me and I am unable to answer
• barely audible mumbles that faintly resembled what may or may not be my Bob Marley ring tone
• wha-uh- was that a text message alert?
• frustration
• curiosity regarding the apparent misplacement of my phone

And then as time went by, my thoughts changed to the following:

• the once bare trees have become quite green
• when did my dog get so big?
• more coffee
• ten years ago I didn't have a cell phone... and I made it through just fine
• when not having a choice but to exist in the realm of being phoneless, the world is somehow a little less stressful
• but I thought I NEEDED my phone?
• you mean, I DON'T need it?
• what?
• i should vacuum

Then I found it. No one called. There was no text message waiting on me. Just a lot of wasted worry for a 4" device that gives me stiffness in the neck and distractions when I drive.