Without my much loved iPhone 6 by my side I feel naked. I keep reaching out for that reassuring touch, and then find it missing.

I feel isolated, disconnected… like I’m yearning for something that’s lost.

I miss it’s beautiful gold exterior, it’s superior camera and the way it connects me to an endless virtual world.

I hear my familiar text sound, then realise it’s not me. Just someone else. It’s a crushing realisation.

I think back to that fateful afternoon when it slipped into the depths of the pool. I can see it in slow motion falling through the semi salted water. That days selfies lost in time. No amount of rice or warmth would bring the iPhone back to life.

I have such fond memories of all the times we spent together. So many photos taken together. Memories itched forever into it’s internal memory.

I try use iMessage and Facebook Messenger on my Mac but it’s not the same. I miss the constant sense of connection. The companionship. Me and my phone by my side. Hanging, chilling, whatever.

I know with time the feeling will fade. They’ll repair my phone or I’ll get a new one. But for now, the feeling of the space is like an elephant in the room.


A week without Facebook. Day 1.

Every morning the first thing I do (after pressing snooze twice) is check my Facebook and mindlessly scroll through the newsfeed. I must check my Facebook at least 20 times a day. I’m hopelessly addicted. That addiction is stopping. Today.

A week with no Facebook.

DAY 1.

Without Facebook to ease me in, the morning didn’t go so smoothly. It was the 1st day on a job, I rushed out the door planning to do my make up at red lights (as I do) yet realised I’d forgotten to bring any make up. Fail.

Then I couldn’t stop thinking about my Facebook all morning. I was almost getting twitchy. Dreaming of all the great notifications I may be missing out on. I opened Facebook on my phone. I quickly closed it. 1 notification showed up. I ignored it.

One week without Facebook. Easy.

I still have Facebook messenger on my phone, and have justified this is allowed as it’s a separate app. I also still have my beloved Instagram, though I have restricted posting to 1 photo per day for the next week also. I’m curbing my social media addiction.

I’m clearly not used to the concept of self discipline, because all of a sudden multiple great ideas were coming to me. Only 1 coffee a day. No snoozing. Exercise!

I came home from work and instead of tralling Facebook aimlessly, I went for a 1/2 hour power walk. I forgot my headphones, so played my music loud enough for people to wonder if they were hearing things. It’s the real world baby. A day that begun badly ended with a smerk.

n.b. this blog uploads to Facebook automatically, I'm not cheating....

n.b. my blog uploads to Facebook automatically, I’m not cheating….