Blackberries—not just for breakfast anymore
I admit it. I’m addicted. I first noticed how bad my addiction was in Missouri, two weeks ago. Then, last night… the urge was so strong, the guilt so painful that I realized I might need some good old-fashioned withdrawal therapy… Read the rest of this entry »
I know I’m as guilty as most (if not more). I carry my Blackberry (and sometimes my laptop with my Blackberry) everywhere. I was even one of those "talking-heads" with the "borg-looking" headset (until my dog ate it). I think he was trying to tell me something. Anyway, that should have been my first clue. The second clue should have been the freeing moment I felt when I did not have to strap "that" to my ear every morning…
Last night though was the defining moment. I left "it" at home while I went to dinner with my kids and their friends. I didn’t intend to leave it at home… it just happened in my rush to get out the door on time.
The instant I got home I picked up the "addiction," and noticed 5 missed calls and a half-dozen emails… it surprised me the "guilt" I felt—I had been out of touch, (and I’m old enough to remember life before voicemail)…