My Addiction

My name is Marshall and I’m addicted to screens.

I stop and take pictures to remember life I’m missing. I check my phone when I wake up.  I update my social media regularly. I look at my Twitter feed at dinner. I read books on my tablet.  My wife changed her name to iAmy to get my attention. My kids are dressing as iPhones for Halloween so I will notice them.

Like Pavlov’s dog, I slobber when my phone alerts me that I have a text.  I panic when I forget my phone. Heck, I lived 32 years WITHOUT a cell phone. A drive to store without it won’t kill me. Right? Sorry my palms were sweating just thinking about it.

I have a problem.

I could have worse problems, right? Right? I’m not eating meth for breakfast.  And I rarely touch the sauce.

But dammit, I need to pay better attention to the fleeting life that is roaring past me as I check my e-mail. My calendar on my phone is telling me time flies.

Don’t get me wrong.  I LOVE social media. It’s fun and I’ve met lots of really cool people through it.  Really.

But like everything in life, I need a little moderation.

My name is Marshall. I am addicted to my screen.

Admitting it is the first step to a cure. Right? Let me Google it.

Now, where did I lay my phone?

ANYONE SEEN MY PHONE?!?!