In this age of electronics, it’s quite the challenge to go e-free.
No phone, no text, no email.
I’m a Survivor!
Now that you’re out of my life
I’m so much better
You thought that I’d be weak without you
But I’m stronger
You thought that I’d be broke without you
But I’m richer
You thought that I’d be sad without you
I laugh harder
Thought that I’d be helpless without you
But I’m smarter
You thought that I’d be stressed without you
But I’m chillin’
Of course, it helps that we weren’t home. It helps that most of the week was spent in a swimsuit, no back pocket to emit phantom pings and knocks.
Sure, I walked past the Business Center at the hotel and eyed the suited computer users with a wee bit of jealousy. But the urge to shove that punk-ass business man out of the swivel chair and hijack his homepage was a fleeting desire.
Now, before you go nominating me for some sort of heroic ESPN or other award, please know that I went “cool turkey”. My husband had a phone for emergency purposes and Trivia Crack.
And I needed the occasional BB pic. A week without Facebook I’m finding I can handle just fine, but a week without BB, no way!
I think he (his feet) grew two inches in the week I was gone!
I have to say, it was really nice not to be beholden to every ringtone, knock and ping.
I’m also happy to report that everyone else survived without my constant updates. (Although we missed a VERY exciting week on the block where we live!)
You thought I couldn’t last without you
But I’m lastin’
You thought that I would die without you
But I’m livin’
I’m a Survivor!
Thought that I would self destruct
But I’m still here
Of course, you’ll only know about my Survivin’ if I tell you.
E-style– via email, text or Facebook.
(ah, the irony!)