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Put the iPhone Down

Hello. My name is S.M. Hutchins and I have a problem. I am addicted to my iPhone.

I'm not sure the amount of time I can go without looking at my phone, but I'm pretty sure it's not good.

You see, every job I've held has been on a computer. I was used to staring at screens for 8+ hours a day. Thankfully, I don't have that affliction anymore. In fact, I mentioned on Friday that The Little One makes it nearly impossible to use a computer in his presence.

But, now as a stay-at-home mom, my phone is always nearby for when my husband calls (or anyone else for that matter- we really don't use our house phone at all). It's all too convenient to check my email there, too. Plus, it's great for taking quick photos of cute faces or videoing new tricks.

Here's what happens. I play with The Little One. He becomes occupied with something. I think, "oh, I should really get something done while he's busy." It will take too long to run upstairs and pull together laundry. I don't have time to hop on the computer and do my freelance work. I've already swept the hall. So, I check my email.

It's quick. I don't have to leave the room to do it because my phone is right there. Ok, email took 30 seconds. Now what? I can see what my friends are up to on Facebook. I like a few things, maybe type a short comment.

I should put the phone down, but no. Instead I check Pinterest, read Dilbert, then maybe Twitter. If there isn't anything interesting, I get frustrated. Perhaps Instagram or LinkedIn or... .

Other scenarios, I turn on some music and start a dance party with The Little One, then I remember I needed to look something up... web browser. Or I see someone on TV and can't remember where I've seen them before... IMDB to the rescue. Or my husband will be home and take a phone call. Well, if he's on the phone I may as well be, too. Anything new on email? No. Facebook? No. Pinterest... . 

And so it goes. A perpetual cycle of check the phone. But it's okay because it's all under the guise of getting stuff done. What a joke.

The crazy thing is I don't actually like looking at my phone for long. It bugs me that I'm constantly grabbing it. Why can't I just set the dang thing down and leave it?

That's my new mission. Put down the phone. (Seriously, put it down.)

Ann Voskamp created a poster of 10 Things to Do Before You Click. I shared the link on Friday, but I'm sharing it again now, because I'm challenging myself to try these methods (and any others I can think of) to stop the iPhone insanity.

Do you want to put your phone down, too? Is there another crutch it's time to let go? Or, do you have other tips for staying focused in the moment?

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  1. Today I am happy to have this phone. I am eating a salad at the mall in between Dr appt, Realtor and grocery store. Reading your post kept me entertained while munching! In the old days, I would have been bored. :)

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