I quit my iphone

 It's been about one hour since I deliberately drove to the T-Mobile store and had them swap the sim card from my iPhone to a flip-phone.  I feel....

FREE!!!!!  Like a weight is lifted.  Like life just opened up to me.  I don't 'have this nagging sense that I've got something to do, someone to talk to, what's going on with those I'm in a relationship with.  Are they about to text me?  What's going on with them?  Should I tell them what's going on with me?  I could text them a photo.  I could share something I found with them.  A song, a cool picture, a new article, share something I'm learning.  Did they text me?  Should I text them?  

It's hard to even put it into words how my iPhone has changed me.  I'm not sure how long I've had it.  I remember the day my husband brought it home and told me he had switched my phones.  I resisted it for as long as I could.  I think I knew life would be stolen from me.  Living in the present life.  

I'm an artist but I rarely create.  I'm too distracted.  I'm so fragmented.  I'm available to everyone at all times.  And everyone and everything is available to me at all times.  It's overwhelming.  I need limits.  And while it may be possible for some to set limits themselves, for whatever reason, I can't.  So I had to take the card out of that rectangle and power it down.  And say no.

I wonder what's going to happen now...