I woke up yesterday morning I find myself “back to life, back to reality.”   I rolled outta bed like I usually do, grabbed my brand new iPhone4, checked my emails, my twitter timeline, and my facebook.   I can see the 324657 loads of laundry that I need to do in the corner of my room, waiting for me; laughing at me.   I put on Maroon 5’s “Sunday Morning“, make some toast and get on with it.  Fuck the foreplay, just  get it over with already so I can get through the other 17 things on my to-do list for the day.  

Except, my phone keeps going off.  And now, instead of confining myself to the walls of my home like I had planned, I have to finish this list and then go here to meet with her and go there to meet with them and now have dinner over there because she’s leaving soon.  FUCK.

So….I’m mad.   So what I’m saying is… I’m really mad.  Why? Because for the last week I’ve been waking up on no one’s schedule but my own.  I woke up to the sound of waves crashing and Jamaican sunrises over the cliffs.   Plantains, toast, and Blue Mountain coffee for breakfast?  Don’t mind if I do.  What time do I have to be at the beach?  Whatever fucking time I get there.  

You see, I spent the last week sans emails, text messages, and phone calls.   While everyone else in my party busted out their phones at the mere mention of WiFi, I sat in my seat and drank my Sour Sop juice.   I let my 169 emails remain unread.  My Google Reader stayed unchecked, and good luck getting an @reply from me.  And although it KILLED ME to not even open my wordpress and blog, I refrained. 

Turns out, staying disconnected is like chicken soup for the soul. 

It was like,  that feeling you have when you leave your phone at home?  Like that.  Except I was in Jamaica.  And I didn’t give a shit.   

Although I DID miss you guys, and I’m completely in lurve with my brand new phone, I miss not having to worry about it.  And I miss not fiending for the internet.  I miss having no deadlines, and I miss the quiet.  I miss being unplugged to everything and everyone but me.  Almost makes me want to move to an island for the simple life. 

Bitch, I said ALMOST.

But alas, I’m back.  I’m black.  And if you need me, just text/twitter/fb/aim/gchat/email/facetime/ping me.