Hello there, friend,
Several years ago, I made a public declaration on my blog that I would not ever get a smartphone because I didn't want a phone running my life. The next day -- and I mean the very next day -- I was at the Verizon store being talked into a smartphone. So, I ate my crow and joined the early-ish ranks of smartphone users. A full two years later, my husband finally got one. By then, just about everyone we knew had one too.
My husband and I have always been good about putting our phones away in the evenings and during mealtimes. I was insistent on that from the beginning, always aware of how quickly things could slide out of balance. It's just too easy to pull your phone out and check on something, anything, everything.
They say the more time you're online, the more anxious you inevitably feel. And I have definitely felt that. I've felt it mentally when I can't concentrate or focus on one thing at a time. I've felt it physically when I'm drained from sitting in front of my computer for too long without a break. And I've felt it emotionally when I've seen things online that make me feel inadequate. That's the big one for me. When I feel it, I know it's time to take a break, to walk away and find refreshing somewhere else, to let my soul breathe again.