Then I started thinking back to when I was growing up. There were no cell phones, there was no email, and there was no social media. I could get in my car and drive for hours and no one knew where I was, and even though I didn’t realize it then, I am completely aware of how liberating that feeling was — how I envied my younger self for having existed in those times. They were simpler times — times when we didn’t have to worry about answering an email immediately or we would lose a business deal, times when leaving a message on someone’s phone was OK, and they may return our call that evening when they got home to their answering machine. Or, it may be the next day before they got to it.
But you know what? We survived.
So I’ve decided to take the pressure off of myself and allow myself a little breathing room, remove some of the anxiety from my life, and force myself to accept the fact that I don’t have to answer every call, every text, or every email. It’s OK to live in the now, without having Big Brother watching my every move.
Samantha Stroube-Daviss is a Daily Sun columnist. Her column appears on Thursdays. She may be reached by email at firstname.lastname@example.org. Read her blog at Samantha-daviss.blogspot.com. Follow her on Twitter @samanthadaviss1