On my flight home, I realized how much being unplugged had impacted me, as I watched a planeload of people scrambling to power up once we landed. With a phone, that would have been me too. Without a phone, I caught myself actually thinking—about life, about my trip, about a book I have been meaning to write…. And that’s when it hit me: The Phone-Free Me really does think more and is more present—instead of constantly occupying every fragment of time digitally, and being elsewhere mentally.
Lest I sound too pious, let me be clear: I can’t wait to get a new iPhone this week and get plugged in again. But something keeps ringing in my head—words I heard faintly keening in the wind around ruined Scottish castles, echoing in the worn graveyards of the MacGregor Clan, lapping in the dark
waters of the Loch Lomond: “Unplug… Absorb… Think…”