![]() ![]() Every app latched onto my brain, tethering my phone to my skull with invisible string. More inboxes to check and more feeds to read. ![]() They were shiny, they were free, and they helped me “get my money’s worth” out of my phone. Over the years, as new apps came out - Facebook, Instagram, news, games, etc - I installed them. For me, this was a 100% self-inflicted responsibility because I wanted a shiny object. No pay raise, no new job title, not even a request from my boss. So I got an iPhone, and just like that, I signed myself up to check and respond to email wherever, whenever. After all, the iPhone had email, a web browser, and even a stocks app - this was a serious tool for serious people! But I needed a justification, so I convinced myself that I needed it for work. When the iPhone came out, in 2007, it was shiny and beautiful and cool and I flat-out wanted one. All day, I’d been looking forward to spending time with my kids, and now that it was finally happening, I wasn’t really there at all. So why was I looking at my iPhone? I didn’t even remember taking it out - it had sort of materialized in my hand. He wasn’t trying to make me feel bad or anything. I was sitting on the floor one evening, building train tracks with my kids, when my older son said: My moment of clarity happened in my living room. It called to me from my pocket, the way the Ring called Bilbo Baggins. And how to try your own low-stress experiment ![]()
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