Lost and Found

I lost my phone the other day and I was surprised how quickly panic set in. At first, I assured myself all I had to do was use the house phone to call it…until I remembered I don’t have a house phone anymore. Then I realized I could have my daughter call it…until I remembered I would need a phone to call her to ask her to call it. I was hoping someone would call but remembered it was on Do Not Disturb and the ringer was silenced. By now you’re getting the picture.

I’m good about the monthly backup option on the Cloud so I knew all was not lost…just the phone. Then I remembered I had also lost my calendar, contacts, tickets to concerts, and the ability to text. My greatest concern, other than the phone, was the list of passwords I keep in Notes. The thought of having to reset all new passwords put me into hyper hysteria.

For the past year, I’ve been working hard at not being so attached to my phone. I don’t take it everywhere, I don’t always answer it just because it rings, and I place it on Do Not Disturb from 9pm to 7am. The idea of being constantly tethered is unappealing to me. I’m old enough to remember when the phone was on the wall, not in your pocket, and I truly believe those were simpler times.

Long story short, after hours of searching, I found it under a pile of papers in my study that needed to be filed (a further discussion about my organizational skills is pending).

Lessons learned:
Print out the password Note and concert tickets
Create a Google calendar on my laptop that syncs to my phone (no small feat)
Thank St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost things.