I left the house this morning and got about a mile down the road before I realized that I had left my cell phone in my bluejeans. Well, damn! Then I realized that I had lived my first 50 years without a cell phone in my pocket and would probably survive another day without it.
Quietest day I've had in months. No beeping, no ringing, no hassles that couldn't wait till the end of shift. If it had been a terrible emergency, my family knows to call the school, or the sheriff's office. As it turns out, I didn't miss having it at all.
Sometimes we forget we don't need to be tied to a leash.