You’ve got to be kidding…

Oh, no! I’m all alone! 

Driving home…. alone.

Shallow breathing….

What if I have an accident?

How can I call friends for help?

More shallow breathing….

Shoulders hunched over the steering wheel, driving slowly and deliberately, eyes straining to make sure I’m perfectly aware of all the cars around me. 

I mean, I’ve driven across country and never had this kind of fear reaction. What’s happened to me? What?!

The geek squad has my iPhone! That’s “what!” 

 I feel absolutely naked and amazingly powerless without it.

I, who used to possess a vast mental repository of phone numbers, can now only remember ONE home number for a neighbor (not even a cell.) One.  

I’ve been a feminist since my teens. My teens! Independence and self-empowerment have been paramount. But now, I’ve unconsciously divested myself of the above qualities - with a damn iPhone!!

Gonna spend some time memorizing phone numbers…(oh, let’s not lie, probably not.)