It finally happened.
Finally, finally, finally, I had a weekend to myself. Well, not all to myself, because Kyle was around (and I like it better that way). But it was a weekend without plans. Without needing to be anywhere or talk to anyone or do anything. A weekend to be lazy and read books and eat at weird hours and not wear a bra.
It was glorious.
Saturday morning I woke up, did my Stitch Fix work for a couple hours, and then I turned my phone on airplane mode.
No texts. No calls. No social media.
Have I said it was glorious yet? Because it was.
Except for seeing the new Spider-Man and buying mint for Moscow Mules, we didn’t leave the apartment. I read my book, I cleaned all my clothes off the floor. I didn’t touch my phone except to snap a picture. And…I guess I don’t have much more to say about my weekend…which does’t make for the most dynamic of blog posts…
But I wanted to share this because we all deserve a break, even if they’re few and far between, and I hope you get to have your own airplane mode time soon. A time to put reality on hold and suspend your responsibilities for a while. Time to just be. No rushing, no plans, no checking the clock.
There’s a part of me that loves real airplane rides for precisely this reason: forced stillness. Sure, there’s the part of me that is anxious and excited to get to the destination. There’s the part that can’t wait to get away from the cramped seat, loud children, and neighbor that hogs the armrest. But there is always that little piece of me that’s grateful to have nothing to do but read or watch a movie or look out the window. There’s no guilt for not being more productive because there’s no choice. Airplane mode is a time for me and me alone.
Well, me and the armrest hogger. But you get what I mean.
Try it. Put your phone on airplane mode and, better yet, tuck it away in a drawer or an unused counter corner and forget about it. You may be surprised by how invigorating it is.
Don’t worry. Everything will be right where you left it when you get back.